Believe me, I've seen Santa Claus
With my own eyes
He's currently in our house
And is hiding there

He smells of apples and snow
He must have just come from his forest
His eyes look so sad
He must be very cold

Is anyone listening to me?
Santa Claus is here with us
He's hanging out in the attic
I think he needs help and is in distress

Cookies, nuts and wrapping paper
Are scattered wildly on the floor
Between two wish lists and a bottle of schnapps
Lies his student ID

The red coat and his white beard
Even the boots are next to his sack
In the middle a tipped over chair
On a card is a greeting from him

"Merry Christmas, I hope you're doing well
Don't be mad about my escape"

Slowly he swings back and forth
As if a light wind was blowing
In rhythm with the candlelight
That burns in the corner

He hung himself right under the window
On a beam
You can hear the church bells from here
If you're very quiet

A diary lies on the table
The last entry is still fresh
He wrote only one sentence big and wide
"I'm here and Bethlehem is far

Merry Christmas, I hope you're doing well
Don't be mad about my escape
I'm still watching you celebrate from up here"

"Merry Christmas, I hope you're doing well
Don't be mad about my little escape
I'm still watching you celebrate from up here"

"Merry Christmas, I hope you're all doing well
Don't be mad about my little escape"

"Merry Christmas, I hope you're all doing well
Don't be mad about my little escape"

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