For Christmas I’d like a trampoline
And a Mr Fixem’s tool set from Bunnings
How are your elves?
Are there any girl elves?
I’ll leave you out some milk and biscuits
I hope you like barbecue shapes
At school Kurt said you weren’t real
So I pushed him into a bush
Dad’s gone off again
He’s not living here which is bad
I hope you can visit him in his caravan
Even though it don’t have a chimney
You could go in through a window
He doesn’t leave em locked
Oh well I better go
See ya Santa