Santa's in his sleigh in the sky on Christmas Eve,
High above the sleeping land below.
He'll visit all the houses with the kids who believe
There's a man in the sky saying 'ho'.

The stars are out above and time is flying by.
There's just enough for all he has to do.
He talks to himself and to the reindeer as they fly,
And he thinks that one of them's a kangaroo.

Flying over rooftops
With gifts for kids and spouses.
Tens and tens of thousands
Of identical new houses.

Those houses look the same even in the light of day.
It's just like looking at a concrete wall.
If it hadn't been for a brown envelope in his sleigh,
He wouldn't visit these estates at all.

He lands on a house thanks to Rudolf's nasal glow.
The kids hear something jumping on the slates.
He slides down the chimney with his sack of toys in tow.
Breathing soot is one of his pet hates.

He looks in his sack,
Leaves the presents by the tree.
They've left a glass of brandy.
The last place just had tea.

He sits down by the fire even though the coal is black.
He remembers when they flew above a town.
A man dressed up as Santa with something in his sack
Was exiting a shop when they looked down.

They landed and he said that he broke in coz he feared
That a little robin had been trapped inside.
One of Santa's reindeer pulled away his beard,
Hopped down the street and tried to hide.

Santa says to himself,
"It's a kangaroo alright."
He hopes it won't be jumping
For the rest of Christmas night.