Anyone Can Be Santa

Anyone can be Santa Why can't a lady like me? I admit I'm underfed but with a pillow from the bed I could be Santa Claus Oh, anyone can play Santa I've fantasized it a lot With his hat upon my head and his suit of Christmas red I could be Santa Claus

And with his ho-ho-ho, I'd be going Down the chimneys with his sack And although my curls may be showing I'll make sure they only see me from the back

Yes, anyone can be Santa A tantalizing remark Though his boots are not my size With a twinkle in my eyes, I could be Santa Claus With his reindeer and his sleigh I'd be up, up, and away I could be Santa I could be Santa I could be Santa Claus