From underneath his rug.
Old Santa was so happy,
That as he drove along
He jingled ever sleigh bell,
And sang a Christmas song.
So don’t forget him, children,
He’s on the way to night,
Hang up your little stockings,
And keep the fireside bright.
From underneath his rug.
Old Santa was so happy,
That as he drove along
He jingled ever sleigh bell,
And sang a Christmas song.
So don’t forget him, children,
He’s on the way to night,
Hang up your little stockings,
And keep the fireside bright.