A good time is coming,
I wish it were here,
The very best time
in the whole of the year;
I’m counting each day
on my fingers and thumbs
the weeks that must pass
before Santa Claus comes.
Then when the first snowflakes
begin to come down,
And the wind whistles sharp
and the branches are brown,
I’ll not mind the cold,
though my fingers it numbs,
For it brings the time nearer
when Santa Claus comes.
