Santa Claus

I am not a brat,

I am not a brat. 

Throughout the year, 

I have never 

Become uncouth. 

I deserve all 

The confectionery

And gifts. 

Oh! The Santa Claus, 

The happiness giver, 

The well-wisher, 

Sitting on the sleigh,

Knock my door, 

Test my veracity. 

Tousle my hair 

With your white beard, 

Give me your red coat;

I want to emulate 

You ringing 

The bell of happiness. 

Yes, give me all the love 

And confidence 

That you will come 

Again on the 

Eve of Christmas 

And I do promise, 

My goodness 

Will never diminish, 

My innocence 

And crudeness 

Will remain intact.