Santa doesn't take his reindeer,
on Christmas Eve , to Oz.
Doesn't need his woolly suit,
His boots, his hat, his gloves.
When Christmas comes to our fine land,
It's Summertime you see,
And Santa must feel comfortable,
In shorts that show his knees.
The wild bush horses listen,
For Santa's Ho, Ho, Ho,
They will take him many places,
and have very far to go.
There's Bluey and Bindy,
Matey and Mo.
Curly and Ringer, Bobby and Beau.
Ozzie's the leader, a fine looking horse,
Who'll take great care that they stay on course.
They'll visit each house that's on Santa's list,
He'll make real sure that no one is missed.
Nightime is ending and Santa must go,
Children are waking, their faces aglow.
Presents to open, treats to eat too,
So goodbye for now,
And a very Happy Christmas to you.
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