The Very First Father Christmas est une chanson en Anglais
This is a song about a priest called Bishop Nicholas
He was the very first Father Christmas
Made him a saint because of his kindness
To children and the poor
The story of that old Saint Nicholas
Though he was kind, he was so secretive
But because he was so generous
It lives for evermore
On Christmas Eve a poor man got caught up in a tide
Hung his wet socks up to dry by the fireside
Nicholas came along that night, secret as can be
Dropped a bag of shining gold down that old chimney
It fell like a rock into a sock
The poor man was in luck
And that is why even today
We hang our stockings up
This is a song about a priest called Bishop Nicholas
He was the very first Father Christmas
Made him a saint because of his kindness
To children and the poor
The story of that old Saint Nicholas
Though he was kind, he was so secretive
But because he was so generous
It lives for evermore
That poor man, he was curious
Cos it happened once again
He waited by the fire side
But it was not in vain
So the Bishop on the roof in a robe of red
With a bag of gold
The Bishop said, of you I beg
Please don't tell a soul
So if you see a man in red with a big long beard of white
It's Santa Clause, Saint Nicholas with a gift for you tonight
This is a song about a priest called Bishop Nicholas
He was the very first Father Christmas
Made him a saint because of his kindness
To children and the poor
The story of that old Saint Nicholas
Though he was kind, he was so secretive
But because he was so generous
It lives for evermore
Santa Clause, Saint Nicholas, did like the three wise men
Brought birthday gifts for Jesus
That was way back then
Good old Father Christmas
Is what they call him now
Doesn't matter where you are
He'll get to you somehow
He even comes to Africa
And though there is no snow
If reindeer cannot tow his sleigh
He might use buffalo
This is a song about a priest called Bishop Nicholas
He was the very first Father Christmas
Made him a saint because of his kindness
To children and the poor
The story of that old Saint Nicholas
Though he was kind, he was so secretive
But because he was so generous
It lives for evermore
It lives for evermore
It lives for evermore