"Why should you have all the glory of the joyous Christmas story, / And poor little Goody Santa Claus have nothing but the work? / It would be so very cozy, you and I, all round and rosy, / Looking like two loving snowballs in our fuzzy Arctic furs, / Tucked in warm and snug together, whisking through the winter weather / Where the tinkle of the sleigh-bells is the only sound that stirs..."
"Why should you have all the glory of the joyous Christmas story, / And poor little Goody Santa Claus have nothing but the work? / It would be so very cozy, you and I, all round and rosy, / Looking like two loving snowballs in our fuzzy Arctic furs, / Tucked in warm and snug together, whisking through the winter weather / Where the tinkle of the sleigh-bells is the only sound that stirs..."