Little things
Like your naughty eyes
You’d consider bringing me a breakfast tray
But there’s a price

Little things
Like that happy noise
As a brand new day is dawning
On this lovely Christmas morning

It’s our children playing with their new toys
Little moments of happiness and of bliss
Does it ever get better than this?
Oh, what joy Santa brings
Thanks, old friend, for packing
Christmas stockings full of nice little things

Thank you, dear old friend, for packing
Christmas stockings full of nice little things
Little things
Like the precious jewels on rings
Or a music box that will fit in socks
Tiny elves with wings
Not as big as queens and their kings
If you sing along, it could be a song
That my grandma sings

Like gentle touch,
The smallest things, a wonder wrought,
Dear one, how little, holds so much.

Like slumber-deepened smile,
As dawn unfurls a golden hue,
This morning, Christmas, mild.

Why linger, nestled close?
Soon, dreams will break, the children wake,
In laughter, joy that flows.
Oh, Santa, what delight you bring!
Thank you, old friend, for all you do,
With Christmas stockings, brimming.

Like eyes of playful gleam,
You'd bring a tray of breakfast fare,
Yet, comes a hidden theme.

Like joyous, vibrant sound,
As day's first light begins to bloom,
Upon this sacred ground.

Our children play with gifts anew,
These tiny moments, pure and bright,
Could life be more true?
Oh, Santa, what delight you bring!
Thank you, old friend, for all you do,
With Christmas stockings, brimming.

Thank you, old friend, for all you do,
With Christmas stockings, brimming.