[Verse 1] He packed up the sleigh, just past midnight, Checked that naughty list, everything tight. But before he hit London or flew to Rome, Santa swung by Harlem — felt just like home. [Chorus] 🎶 From the North Pole to Harlem, first stop every year, He gets some soul food love and a little cheer. Collard greens and black-eyed peas on his tray, Fuelin’ up right ‘fore he rides that sleigh! 🎶 [Verse 2] Mrs. Johnson on 135th made him a plate, Said, “Don’t rush, sugar, the world can wait.” He kicked off his boots and tapped to the beat, Of a church choir marching down Lenox Street. [Bridge] 🎤 Mmm… it ain’t Christmas ‘til you taste that spice, Mac and cheese steamin’, sweet yams sliced. He got hugs from the children, dap from the men, Said, “I’ll see y’all next Christmas… same time again.” [Chorus] 🎶 From the North Pole to Harlem, where the love runs deep, Santa gets that flavor before his global sweep. He don’t start with Paris, Tokyo, or Spain— ‘Cause Harlem’s got magic runnin’ through its veins! 🎶 [Breakdown – Funk Instrumental w/ Horns + Tambourine] (Bass walkin’, organ swirlin’, sleigh bells behind the beat) [Verse 3 – Spoken Soul] 🎙️ "Now don’t you know… Before I light up rooftops ‘cross the land, I gotta feel that rhythm, hold a grandma’s hand. Christmas ain’t numbers, toys, or flight— It’s Harlem’s heartbeat on a silent night." [Final Chorus – Gospel Lift] 🎶 From the North Pole to Harlem, where the snow don’t slow, He fills up with soul before he goes. With a red suit swingin’ and his jingle bell crown, Santa’s first stop’s still the best in town! 🎶
