[Verse]
Well I'm making out my list
For old St. Nick tonight
But I'm afraid what I want this year
Can't be had
But Santa he's the kind
When he makes up his mind
Wishes can come true
And I bet my Christmas stocking
If my wish don't come knocking
He's going to be blue
So baby come home
If you don't want to see Santa Claus cry
He can't see where he's going
When it's snowing
If there tears in his eyes
And don't you know his ho ho ho will be
A sad sad sigh
So baby come back to me
If you don't want to see Santa Claus cry
And don't you know his ho ho ho will be
A sad sad sigh
So baby come home to me
If you don't want to see Santa Claus cry
So baby come back to me
If you don't want to see Santa Claus cry