“Forward, into the fog!”
Could Santa save the day?
How though Rudolph knew not
His nose had glowed red.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and fly.
Into the foggy evening
Rode the nine reindeer.
'The wind is in from Canada
And this night I can not sleep
O! I really have more gifts than I can carry
But I must still reach evʼry home
[…]
They'll hang-up the candy-canes
Jingle bells of silver
They'll think that I'm just their Daddy
But, like, in a beard for Yule
[…]
Maybe Iʼll go to Amsterdam
Where they think I come from Spain
'