Because he likes to hoe, hoe, hoe...
The Origin of Santa Claus
It's hard to think of anything
But Christmas in December.
There's so much to look forward to
And so much to remember.
Outside there's a pine tree standing straight and tall.
It need no decorations--nature's done it all.
Pinecones on its branches with icicles glistening bright,
Snow upon its needles and birds at rest from flight.
I see it from my window, and take the time to say,
Thank you for your beauty, tree, on this Christmas day.
Hang this on your
To remember how
I used to be.
To remind you of me
Now and then,
And bring fond memories