• If I could find old Santa
    I'd ask him for a ride.
    Under the fur-trimmed blankets
    I'd nestle by his side.
    But when he went a climbing
    Down, down the chimney tall
    I'd wait for him upon the roof
    For fear that I might fall.
    I'd sit and hold the reindeer
    And if they tried to go,
    I'd call out to them loudly,
    Whoa! Reindeer, whoa!