He has a thousand toy makers
He's known by many names
He lives all year at the North Pole
Not looking for fortune or fame
Never says too much to speak of
As he dons his suit of red
Then checks his list and his compass
'Fore rocketing off in his sled

And he flew
He flew more than me or you
Like the down of a thistle that blew
Where was he going to?

He flies in search of the address
Of every child on his list
Whose dreams are dancing with visions
Of Christmas morn wonder and bliss
But nay-sayers scoff at the notion
They say he could not exist
Yet newspapers yearly remind us:
Indeed, "Yes, Virginia, he is."

And he flew
From here out to Timbuktu
From there up to Kalamazoo
Oh, where was he going to?
And he tried
With the North Star his constant guide
Lest there be any child who cried
Where was he going to?

He has a different agenda
The master of Christmas toys
He lives to bring joy and gladness
To all little girls and boys
But there's something we never noticed
As we unwrapped all our gifts:
The knowing winks 'twixt our parents
And the sly smiles on their lips

And he flew
In our hearts we believed it true
Every year faith confirmed anew
Where was he going to?
And he flew
He flew more than me or you
Like the down of a thistle that blew
Oh, where was he going to?

HO-HO-HO-OA-OAAHHHHH!