I was hoping for a Christmas,
a Christmas in July.
No velvety stockings needed,
no mince or sugared pie.

I need no logs upon the hearth,
or cinnamon incense.
No do-re-mi's for singing there,
or rows of pine boughs scents.

In your bag, oh, please look again,
thou round and rotund one.
Grace us with what we really need
to play this game--and some.

If you could only grant to Fans,
if you will hereby fix,
reach in your bag, oh, Santa dear,
and give us one more six!