Santa Suit

I don't believe in Santa Claus The way that I once did I know dad brings the presents Cos I found where they were hid Don't be silly said my mum Santa's not your pop I said I found a wig and beard Made from an old string mop I said if Daddy isn't Santa Something else is true If Daddy isn't Santa Claus I guess it must be you It seems you've grown up she said And should now know the truth That daddy sneaks in through the door No reindeer on the roof I told her she should worry more About dad's fancy dress I'm really not too sure it's me he's trying to impress I told her that when she's at work And dad thinks I'm in bed He often dresses strangely With the mop upon his head She said he likes to practice In his Santa Claus attire After all she said it's why We hang a stocking by the fire She said he wants his Santa act As good as it can be I should be proud because He does his Santa act for me I said we all like parties, Mum Including fancy dress But something I must tell you Might cause you some distress Cos people dress as Santa Claus And sometimes even vicars But I don't get why dad struts round In your bra and knickers