Clint Black – Santa's Holiday Song lyrics

We know that Santa’s busy round this time of year
About a billion chimneys just in my home town alone
But when he’s off he points old Rudolf south of here
Where it’s always clear and way too hot to snow

CHORUS
Who’s bad or good
He’ll worry about another day
He’ll see who’s sleeping when he gets back home
His bag is full but not with things to give away
Like a giant beach towel and some copper tone

Trying to pick something to wear that isn’t red
He shaves his beard and Rudolf hides the sleigh
He won’t worry about those letters that he hasn’t read
Now instead he’s sending post cards from his holiday

CHORUS TWO
Who’s been naughty, who’s been nice,
They’ll make the list
He’d be remiss to let this
Christmas thing get out of hand
His helpers help themselves
And Santa won’t be missed
And they’d insist he really should be working on his tan

It won’t be long til’ kids are climbing on his knee
Asking for their robots and their dolls
They’ll try to catch him working round their Christmas tree
To see if he’s the same on taking pictures at the malls

But when it comes to ole’ St. Nick there’s only one
Who’ll get it done he’ll fill the orders laughing all the way
Come Christmas day he’s off to play out in the sun
Like anyone, even Santa needs a holiday