As I sit on my bed,
Wishing upon a star,
All I want this Christmas
Is to see Santa Claus.

Everyone says he's round and big,
Plush and cuddly.
What if he turns out to be
Dull and thin
And grumpy and evil?

I'm ready to be up till midnight,
To leave out cookies and milk for him.
To keep a cushion at the fire place
For him to land safely.

All I want is to see him.
See him, in flesh and bones.
To catch him by the Christmas tree,
And demand my gift in front of him!

That is all I want this Christmas,
Dear Santa, to see you,
And believe that you are real!