(Verse 1) Long ago in a quiet town by the sea, Lived a man with a heart full of charity. Saint Nicholas they called his name, Givin’ to the poor with no need for fame. Gold in the stockings, hope in the air, A whisper of kindness everywhere. (Chorus) From Myra to the North Pole’s glow, Through centuries of winter snow, Legends rise and stories grow— That’s the man they call Santa Claus. A saint, a myth, a dream come true, Red coat shining, heart so true, And every year he’s born anew— The man they call Santa Claus. (Verse 2) Sail across the ages, watch the tale expand, Old Dutch settlers brought him to a brand-new land. “Sinterklaas” became a household name, Till “Santa Claus” is what he became. Clement Moore wrote of reindeer flight, A sleigh through the sky on Christmas night. (Chorus) From Myra to the North Pole’s glow, Through centuries of winter snow, Legends rise and stories grow— That’s the man they call Santa Claus. A saint, a myth, a dream come true, Red coat shining, heart so true, And every year he’s born anew— The man they call Santa Claus. (Bridge) Then Coca-Cola painted him bold, Red suit gleaming like stories told. Hollywood and jingles too, Made the world believe in what he can do. But behind the magic and the Christmas cheer, Is the spirit of giving that we hold dear. (Verse 3) Now kids around the world each year, Wait for the sound of reindeer near. But the truth is simple as it can be— Santa’s the hope we choose to see. Kindness passed from hand to hand, A gift of love across the land. (Final Chorus) From Myra to the North Pole’s glow, Through centuries of winter snow, Legends rise and stories grow— That’s the man they call Santa Claus. A saint, a myth, a dream come true, Red coat shining, heart so true, Forever living inside me and you— The man they call Santa Claus.
