Days of Christmas Time

You see before you old Saint Nick, 
A relic of bygone days
The people call me Santa Claus
But what care I for praise
For when I think of the days that's past
It makes me weep and pine
for the days of old and the stories bold
and the days of Christmas time
 
My friends all call me old Kris K
You’ve seen me with the bell
I walk your streets with flowing beard
And ring in the noel
you turn from me and gaily step
into your Christmas cheer
And in the cold, I walk that road
to hunger and despair
 
There's Joe the Elf, one of the boys
You'll find him on the street
He walks the aisle of church bazaars
and picks a pocket neat
He used to work with his good hands
When those jobs paid just fine
but now he's found that he's hell bound
In days of Christmas time
 
There's Prancer and Dancer and Donner and Blitzen
a snorty bunch were they
all around the northern plains they galloped and they played
They're rounded up and tethered down
They are the rich man's pet 
no more they fly on Christmas eve
And yet we all forget
 
Of all the comrades, I had then there's none left but me
And now I've left your city lights for a life of charity
But I'll return when faiths renewed
on some grand Christmas Day
I'll see you then, God bless you friends
I hope you find the way