I Am Santa Claus

I am Santa Claus

Whose sleigh is swift, and whose pack is heavy

I am Santa Claus

The one who is many

I come to your house

If, on my list, you are written

I come to your tree

Where under, is put, a gift with a ribbon

I was a real man

Who lived in the Rome of old

I was a bishop

Pious, giving, and robed

Gifts I gave

To the poor who were in need

Gifts I presented

In the month of December, indeed

My piety lived on

In tradition with Baby Jesus

My sainthood was given

And I was now Saint Nicholas

Remembered I was

And I was given a list

Remember people did

And I became Sinterklaas, Santa Claus, and Father Christmas

Kris Kringle was another

A name born of humility and joy

From Christkindl, the Christ Child

Who would deliver to the good girls and boys

Seventeen centuries

A legacy of joy, family, and smiles

For all of the Clauses

Who’ve flown in the sleigh for miles and miles and miles

Now more than a man

I am a myth, a legend, and a state of mind

I am the emotion of a season

I am the best of mankind

I am the one who is many

Won’t you join me in my halls?

For you, too, can tell the world

I am Santa Claus