In the north-pole, there sits an old man

He does his role, once every year

Dressed in red coat with white fur collar

A portly, jolly man with a white beard

Carrying with him a bag full of gifts

On his magical reindeer

He relies for a lift

Travelling the night's sky

Upon his pulled sleigh

Entering dwellings

Through the chimneys

Delivering gifts to the nice children

And coal, to all the misbehaved ones

Accomplishing his feat

With the help of his elves

On a single night of Christmas-eve

How righteous is this jolly old man?