Don’t need a lot of presents to make my Christmas bright.
I just need my baby’s arms wound around me tight.
Oh, Santa, hear my plea.
Santa Bring My Baby Back to Me.
The Christmas tree is ready,
The candles all aglow.
But with my baby far away,
What good is mistletoe?
Oh, Santa, hear my plea.
Santa Bring My Baby Back to Me.
Please make those reindeer hurry;
The time is drawing near.
It sure won’t seem like Christmas
Without my baby hear.
Don’t fill my sock with candy,
No bright and shiny toy.
You want to make me happy
And fill my heart with joy?
Oh, Santa, hear my plea.
Santa Bring My Baby Back to Me.
Please make those reindeer hurry;
The time is drawing near.
It sure won’t seem like Christmas
Without my baby hear.
Don’t fill my sock with candy,
No bright and shiny toy.
You want to make me happy
And fill my heart with joy?
Oh, Santa, hear my plea.
Santa Bring My Baby Back to Me.