|
Up on Santa Clause mountain it's Christmas all the time
Toys and dolls and Christmas trees and everything in rhyme
Boys and girls with golden curls as happy as can be
Up on Santa Clause mountain won't you come with me.
We will go together up a winding trail
There we'll see Ol' Santa Clause reading all his mail
We will ride his reinder and drive them through the snow
Up on Santa Clause mountain, how'd you like to go?...
|
|
