When Santa Claus took a holiday On the night before Christmas morn CHORUS: It was a year without a Santa Claus A Christmas Eve so sad It was a year without a Santa Claus The worst we've ever had MRS.ĬLAUS: Santa woke up one day Looking tuckered and gray And this is what he said: I could sure use some rest, I'm not feeling my best.ĬLAUS: And he yawned as he took to his bed CHORUS: There'll be a year without a Santa Claus SANTA: I'm sure they won't miss me CHORUS: There'll be a year without a Santa Claus Beside your Christmas tree MRS.ĬLAUS: And he slept through the day As the hours ticked away And the time was growing near And the children, they cried They thought Santa had died Every eye shed a blue Christmas tear CHORUS: It was a year without a Santa Claus A Christmas Eve so sad It was a year without a Santa Claus The worst we've ever had MRS.ĬLAUS: Well, can you imagine, ha, ha, more or less. that it was to be the year without a Santa Claus.ĭid you ever hear of that terrible year. Santa was taking a holiday and the world would soon know. SANTA : Warn the people, tell the papers. I better call the boys and tell them to cancel Christmas. I had that same feeling myself, but I just wouldn't admit it.Īnd besides, the doctor says I'm really not up to snuff. Now, Santa, I hope you're not going to take any of that to heart. Nobody cares a hooting holler for you or Christmas. Wouldn't surprise me none if nobody even believes in you anymore. If Santa stayed home, why, there'd be no Christmas. If you had any sense, you'd give it up as a bad job. What about all that Christmas spirit and goodwill? Just to deliver presents to a bunch of folks who don't give a hoot in the first place. gallivanting around the world in your open sleigh. Probably never got over the case of near pneumonia you picked up last year. We'll have you back on your feet in no time. Now, Santa, you just rest yourself a bit longer. wrapping presents in ribbons and gauze has worn me weary.Īnd a sort of kind of kink inside whenever I think of that Christmas ride. Painting wagons red and bright, sharpening ice skates half the night. and sat back down on the side of the bed.

Not yet Christmas, but past Thanksgiving, though I can't give you the very date. when Santa Claus unhitched his sleigh and vowed he was taking a holiday? Did you ever hear of the curious, furious, fidgety year.

The year without a santa claus