I saw Mommy kissing Santa Clous, Underneath the mistletoe last night. 
She didn't see me creep 
Down the stairs to hove a peep; 
She thought thot I was tucked up I
n my bedroom, fast asleep.

Then I saw Mommy tickle Santa Clous, Underneath his beard, so snowy white.
 Oh, what a lough it would have been. 
If Daddy had only seen 
Mommy kissing Santa Clous last night.