Santa's Old Guitar

He don't drive no fancy sleigh. But he still plays Christmas his own way.

Old Saint Nick got a worn-out cape. Six strings rattling, smile on his face. Ain't no elves,

just smoke and stone. Playing blues where the heart belongs. He's been north, he's been south.

But tonight it's soul from Santa's mouth. Yeah, Santa's old guitar.

Sing me one more time. Let them jingle bells fall right in line.

From the pole to the local bar. Our hearts light up. For Santa's old

guitar. He trades that sleigh for a one-man stage. Strumming stories of love and age.

Mrs. Claus hums soft and low. Keeping rhythm in the candle glow. The fire crackles,