[Intro] "Santa's Smoking Shed" [Puffing on cigarette sound] [Verse 1] Up at the Pole where the stars shine red, Rules came down, signs overhead, “No smoke drifting through the air,” Even Santa had to care. Mrs. Claus just shakes her head, Elves all nod to what was said, But old Saint Nick just smiled instead— He knows a place they never tread. [Pre-Chorus] When the bells are busy and the coast is clear, He grabs his boots and disappears— [Chorus] Santa’s smoking shed, Locked up tight where secrets live, In a spare sleigh painted red, Just a little peace he gives. North Pole winds will do the rest, Blow it all off coat and vest, Santa’s smoking shed— Every saint needs a small protest! [Verse 2] Daughter grown and village wide, Everyone’s got rules to guide, Cookies baked and milk poured tall, He loves them—but not most of all. Hand-rolled paper, ember glow, Two quiet minutes, nice and slow, Then a breath, a laugh, a grin, Back to spreading cheer again. [Pre-Chorus] No harm done and no one knew, Cold winds make it fresh and new— [Chorus] Santa’s smoking shed, Just a break from ho-ho-ho, In the quiet where he’s led, Lets the world move soft and slow. When the door swings open wide, Arctic gusts take scent aside, Santa’s smoking shed— Then he’s back to joy and pride! [Instrumental] [Bridge - Light Moral, Warm Smile] Everyone’s got something small, A little habit, that’s all, Take it away and spirits fall— Kindness matters most of all. [Final Chorus - Bigger, Bright, 90s Glow] Santa’s smoking shed, Love him for the way he is, Round and rosy, beard and red, Even saints have little fizz. Let him keep that quiet thread, More than milk and cookies fed, Santa’s smoking shed— Christmas magic isn’t dead! [Instrumental] [Reprise] [Outro] Wind blows clean, bells ring ahead, Merry Christmas—said and said.
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