When I was young, my grandfather wrote, a note to Santa Claus
I'd like to thank you first of all, for all those gifts of yours
I know his parents buy the things, he opens on the day
with friends and family chipping in to help along the way
But Santa you inspire them all. To give with great delight
So I would like to take this time to thank you on this night
No one ever gives you gifts to open on this day
But never do you moan or groan, or even ask for pay
Delight of children is all you need, or ever want or ask
Then you stay back in the wings until they do the task
When we grow older many will forget that you exist
But you just sit there happily, for the next ones and there list
So thank you Santa for your time, and energy you leave
From all the children in the world who really still believe
And I would like to be their spokesman even though I'm old
For many of them still believe in stories they were told
Don't tell us all, you don't exist, or a figure in a store
So we'll believe in Father Christmas, until we are no more
© Dec 2016, Malcolm Price christmas
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 8:04 AM UTC
When I was young, my grandfather wrote, a note to Santa Claus
I'd like to thank you first of all, for all those gifts of yours
I know his parents buy the things, he opens on the day
with friends and family chipping in to help along the way
But Santa you inspire them all. To give with great delight
So I would like to take this time to thank you on this night
No one ever gives you gifts to open on this day
But never do you moan or groan, or even ask for pay
Delight of children is all you need, or ever want or ask
Then you stay back in the wings until they do the task
When we grow older many will forget that you exist
But you just sit there happily, for the next ones and there list
So thank you Santa for your time, and energy you leave
From all the children in the world who really still believe
And I would like to be their spokesman even though I'm old
For many of them still believe in stories they were told
Don't tell us all, you don't exist, or a figure in a store
So we'll believe in Father Christmas, until we are no more
© Dec 2016, Malcolm Price christmas