All this dashing through the snow

Can be perilous and frantic

Delivering presents the world over

Sometimes leaves me in a panic

Now don’t misunderstand me

It’s a task I gladly shoulder

But every year ‘round Christmas

My present bag feels like a boulder

I’ve been at this for some time now

And I’ll keep it up, you bet it

This whole job is for the children

Because of them I don’t regret it

Still, I sure could use a breather

Just some time all to myself

Where I’ve got no obligations

‘Cept to be a jolly elf

Well the Missus got me something

In the shed is where she parked it

And come New Years Day you’ll find me

Chill and cruising ‘round the Arctic