Santa on the Run December 26th

Alarm off at noon. Beating a messy man bun. Left his boots

by the sleigh. Rudolph kid, I'm done. Snow globe on the counter.

Half-packed suitcase on the floor. Scribble see you next winter on the North Pole

fridge door. On December twenty-sixth he's gone. Santa traded chimneys for the sun.

Red suit out, flip-flops on. Say hello to the big man on the run.

On December twenty-sixth he goes. Candy canes to coconut toast. Hawaiian shirt,

board in his fist. Santa's day off looks a lot like this,

yeah. Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-oh-ay. Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-oh-ay. Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-oh-ay. He's at gate