If I were old Santa, you know what I’d do
I would dump silly gifts that are given to you
And deliver some things just inside your door
Things you have lost, but treasured before.
I’d give you back all your maidenly vigor,
And to go along with it, a neat tiny figure.
Then restore the old color that once graced your hair
Before rinses and bleaches took residence there.
I’d remove all your wrinkles and leave only one chin
So you wouldn’t spend hours rubbing grease on your skin
You’d never have flashes or queer dizzy spells
And you wouldn’t hear noises like ringing of bells.
No sore aching feet and no corns on your toes
No searching for spectacles when they’re right on your nose.
Not a shot would you take in your arm, hip or fanny
From a doctor who thinks you’re a nervous old granny.
You’d never have a headache, so no pills would you take.
And no heating pad needed since your muscles won’t ache.
Yes, if I were Santa, you’d never look stupid
You’d be a cute little chic with the romance of a cupid.
I’d give a lift to your heart when those wolves start to whistle
And the joys of your heart would be light as a thistle.
But alas! I’m not Santa. I’m simply just me
The matronest of matrons you ever did see..
Even though we’ve grown older this wish is sincere
Merry Christmas to you and a Happy New Year.