My little daughter’s laughing,
And the cat is going mad.
They both prefer the paper,
Off the presents that they’ve had.

My nephew’s running round the tree,
His face is ‘all aglow.’
This whole day is flying past,
I wish it would go slow.

At evening time, dear ‘Santa’ comes,
To brighten up our day.
He gives the kids a special toy,
So they can go and play.

When boys and girls are off to bed,
Dear Santa comes to me,
And underneath the mistletoe,
We kiss there, secretly.

But don’t be shocked, or in dismay,
If Santa’s kissing me.
I love him lots; he loves me too,
He’s my husband, don’t you see.