Dear Santa

by Far In Jim

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After single handedly winning Wimbledon for Andy Murray with his open song letter Hey There Andy Murray, Far In Jim is back with a letter to Santa, the Christmas guy.

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Christmas time comes round each year
My mum says to write to you
To ask for some lovely gifts
I like that we still do this

But I find as time goes by
I have almost all I need
Unlike my little sister
I don’t know what to ask for

Still I must make up a list
Before I’m out of time
This will be a Christmas first
I’ll make your name rhyme

Dear Santa
I’d like a Toyota
A bag pasta
Some Ink Magenta
A trip to Malta
With a pleasant Vista
That’s everything, ta
For my life

Rudolph had a shiny nose
And for this was ostracised
Suffered nasty name calling
From a narrow minded herd

Regardless of the outcome
On that foggy Christmas eve
They should be held to account
For acting unkind and mean

Tardy, sycophantic praise
Doesn’t make it right
Rudolph was the bigger dear
Lighting up the night

Chorus

Here’s a verse just for the kids
They say you must be good or Santa will not come
I wouldn’t worry about this
Santa’s not that kind of guy
They just want an easy life

I hope that you like my list
And the funny rhymes
Wishing you a big sack of
Merry Christmas times

Dear Santa
I’d like a Toyota
A bag pasta
Some Ink Magenta
A trip to Malta
With a pleasant Vista
That’s everything, ta
For my life

Dear Santa
I’d like a Toyota
A bag pasta
Some Ink Magenta
A trip to Malta
With a pleasant Vista
A can of Fanta
That's everything, ta.

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released 12 April 2015

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