Hey Santa, hows it up there on the north pole
tell mrs. clause, merry chirstmas, and stay out the cold
tell the reindeer, if they can, fly real slow
just for my father, so he can believer just lil mo
just wonderin, if you can change wat i want on your list
dont want no toys, no clothes, i just need one wish
and i swear its gonna be good and not selfish
i would wish that my dad could be here this chirstmas
~U.D.~