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First Line: I'm goin' to start next saturday
Last Line: Will be here christmas morn.
Alternate Author Name(s): King, Ben
Subject(s): Christmas; Nativity, The


I'M goin' to start next Saturday;
It won't take more'n a day
To visit the United States
In my new toboggan sleigh.
I've sent Jack Frost ahead o' me
To sort o' find a road,
So my deers'll find it easy
'Cause I've got an awful load.

But they've had lots o' exercise,
An' know the way by sight;
I've speeded them to Baffin's Bay
An' back here 'fore 't was night.
An' once I drove to Puget's Sound
An' once to Behring Sea;
I had ter make a trip up there
To get a Christmas tree.

I wish't you all could see my house,
Built out o' cakes 'o ice;
I guess you think it cold inside,
But no, it's awful nice.
All carpeted with sealskin rugs,
An' ermine, mink and sable;
I'm going to keep it furnished so
As long as I am able.

An' no gomphobers in the north
Can steal 'round unawares,
Because my castle's guarded by
Two great big polar bears.
So if a burglar man should come
An' try to break into it
They 'ud squeeze his life out in a jif,
I've taught 'em how to do it.

Just right around behind my house
Is where I keep the toys,
'At I am comin' south'ard with,
Fer all good girls an' boys.
My big cold storage warehouse stands
Right by a frozen tarn,
An' right along aside o' it
I have my reindeer's barn.

So never mind, they're both piled full
Of everything on earth,
With Christmas gifts till you can't rest.
I don't know what they're worth.
An' four big sea dogs set outside
Two walruses, a seal
That knows so much if you'd come nigh
He'd be the first to squeal.

The purtiest sight you ever saw,
'S when things is lit up nights --
You know we don't have gas up here,
But use the Northern Lights.
An' forth from every icicle
A dazzle spreads away
That turns the hull big frozen zone
Into one mighty day.

From where I live I'd have you know,
It's truth upon my soul,
I don't have very far to go
To see the big North Pole,
Where Uncle Sam has pinned his flag,
There's where the cold wind pipes,
And flaunts the emblem of the brave,
The proud old stars and stripes.

I'm coming, children, coming, yes,
You ought to see my sleigh,
And hear the tinkle, tinkle, as
I speed along the way,
Through forests bare, o'er snowy plains.
As sure as you are born,
Old Santa Claus is coming, and
Will be here Christmas morn.





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