Dear Santa, 
I’m writing you a letter, 
I’m sure you’ve got it all figured out. 
Things haven’t been easy 
Between me and you, 
I guess that there are things that you can’t undo 
Maybe I was naughty once but now I’m nice! 
(Boy you made the list, you know I checked it twice. Well guess what, You're still on it. Haaha) 
And I feel it in my bones 
And I feel it in my bones 
Nights have been restless, 
Pillows and sheets. 
Bet you got it all figured out. 
Sweat like a snowman 
Out in the sun, 
Dreaming that there ain't nowhere [bad word] to, baby 
Nowhere to hide.
Hey, Kringle! 
You mean to say when you were young you never got wild 
Kid, don’t you get it, I’m gonna make an example out of you 
For every mother’s child 
And I feel it in my bones 
 [bad word] for you) 
And I feel it in my bones 
Silver bells and reigns 
Tinsel, holly. 
What happened to the rose red cheeks, 
Chimney, big bag presents and all, 
Fat and jolly, 
Tinsel holly. 
And I feel it in my bones 
And I feel it in my bones 
And I feel it in my bones 
And I feel it in my bones