She was just 17
you know what i mean
it was just a temporary gig for me

at the local department store
for 4 weeks and nothing more
but it all changed when she sat upon my knee

She didn't fit the typical mold
She seemed a bit too old
But I asked her what she wanted under her tree

Things got a little weird
When she tugged on my fake beard
And said all she wanted for Christmas was me

She came back to my place
But a shadow crossed her face
When I changed from my costume and gave her quite a start

I poured some eggnog and proposed a toast
But she looked at my civilian clothes
and said "I miss the jolly old man that stole my heart"

Now I'm putting on the Santa suit
I'm putting on the Santa suit
I'm putting on the Santa suit again
(Red suit white beard belt that's big and black
Red hat black boots carrying a sack)
Every time I swear I'm through
But then she bats those baby blues
And I know I'm putting on the Santa suit again

Now it's 20 years down the road
Our kids are both so old
They don't believe in Santa Claus at all

But when they've gone off to their beds
The same idea pops into our heads
And we heed the Christmas clarion call

Now I'm putting on the Santa suit
I'm putting on the Santa suit
I'm putting on the Santa suit again
(Red suit white beard belt that's big and black
Red hat black boots carrying a sack)
Every night the whole year through
We do the jolly thing we do
And I know I'm putting on the Santa suit again