I wanna wiggle on Santa’s lap until I’ve found the north pole;
I wanna lick his candy cane or maybe swallow it whole.
I wanna check his list of naughty girls to ensure I’m there this year;
I wanna give Santa some not-so-nice thoughts when I whisper in his ear.
I wanna serve Santa my cookies – warmed with milk on the side;
I wanna be sure they are drenched and dripping when I hop his sleigh for a ride.
So, if you run into Santa, please let him know this Christmas Night;
I wanna be why he “Ho, ho, ho’s” and will work ’til I get it right.