Good Morning, Secret Santa
words by David Cameron Anderson
music by Steven Randoy

There appears on my desk in November
a memo I can't wait to get
Delivered to each comp'ny member
The date for the drawing's been set
I'm usually the first to return it
With a list of my holiday faves
If you ply me with chocolate I'm happy
And my gifts almost always get raves
But this year, I'm having a problem
This year is not like the rest
This year, my dear Secret Santa
I've got to get this off my chest

Good morning, Secret Santa
I'm wondering how you are
I'm wondering if you're wishing
on some far off Christmas star
I'm wondering if you're wishing I will never learn your name
I'm wondering if you know that I am feeling quite the same
I cannot take the pressure
I cannot take the stress
I cannot wait till Christmas when we're done with this whole mess
But all in all the thought's the thing
And you've had quite a few
So, thank you Secret Santa
Happy Holidays to you

First let me relieve you
I love the things you buy
I loved the wind-up reindeer
But, once it's wound, it doesn't fly
I loved the scented candle
though it smells like burning cork
I loved the fruited cake
Although it bent my Grandma's fork
I somehow wish you'd known that I'm allergic to mixed nuts
I was going to leave a note but I just don't quite have the guts
But all in all the thought's the thing
And you've had quite a few
So, thank you Secret Santa
Happy Holidays to you

Of all the luck I picked the name of some co-workers kid
Last night I heard him bragging about the things his Santa did
The trouble is I didn't do a half of what he said
Someone else took up the slack when he complained I must be dead!
Around the water cooler word had spread I'd made him cry
Because his sister's Secret Santa set the bar a little high
Ev'ry freakin' day she gets a gift from you know who
While I'm just buying chotskys like most Secret Santa's do
Some candy hear, a stocking there, a Rudolph pin with lights
This chick is getting bicycles a Barbie and some tights
Why didn't someone tell me?
I cannot show my face
Can you arrange a kidnapping for me?
Without a trace!
Oy!
Good morning, Secret Santa
I'm wondering how you are
I'm wondering if you're wishing on some far off Christmas star
I'm wondering if you're waiting for December twenty sixth
I wonder if you feel, like me, the system should be fixth!
I cannot take the pressure
I cannot take the stress
I cannot wait till Christmas till we're done with this whole mess!
But all in all the thought's the thing
And you've had quite a few
So, thank you Secret Santa
Happy Holidays to you