Santa is in the outhouse, children gotta wait. Take another nap kids, Santa is going to be late.
The reindeer are pawing, chomping at the bits, while looking at the catalog, in the outhouse he sits.
The snow is falling down and Christmas almost here. He will get out of there on time, just never fear.
Santa is in the outhouse, it is something he has gotta do. He will be out delivering toys as soon as he is through.
The chimneys have been cleaned anticipating his red suit, carrying a bag on his shoulder filled with Christmas loot.
Santa is in the outhouse, hope he didn't forget the date. Mrs. Claus will call him since she is his Christmas mate.
Elves have oiled the runners on the little red sled, reindeer have been brushed, already they are fed.
The newsmen are at the ready, to track him in the sky. Everyone debating, do reindeer really know how to fly?
I think I hear the jingle bells, hooray he is finally out. He will make all the houses, for this I have no doubt.
Santa was in the outhouse, but now he is finally out. Christmas will go on as usual, he is already on his route.
Jump in bed little children, pretend to be asleep, cover up your head, you're not allowed to peep.
Santa is out of the outhouse, I knew he would be on time. I just couldn't help myself, please forgive this little rhyme.