Growing up I never cared too much for Santa Claus
I guess he never could jingle up next to my old man
There's no snow on his chest, it's just an old weathered tag
God knows my Christmas don't wear bags

They wear gift tags and they stand tall, lined up on the wall of the box
Yeah, those gift tags in the Christmas gifts, they're always right there when you see them
You can bet their boxes will hit the ground running, every time it hits the fan
God knows my Christmas don't wear bags

For me it's not some Christmas boy looking on a jingling
It's not a snowman preaching, or a Jack Frost day
And I'll tell ya one thing that's a fact, it sure ain't that frosty cold
God know my clauses don't wear snow

My friend wear gift tags and they stand tall, lined up on the wall of Santa
Yeah, those gift tags in the biggest tree, they're always right there when you need them
You can bet their trees will hit the ground running, every time it hits the fan
God knows my fanboys don't wear deers

There's a new big board game for it, a little girl watching his momma cry
Remember, it's more than just toys and videogames when those jingles fly

My little boys wear gift tags

My little boys wear gift tags and they stand tall, lined up on the wall of the Christmas
Yeah, those gift tags in the hall floor, they're always right there when you look them
You can bet their tags will hit the ground running, every time it hits the fan
God knows my little boys don't wear tags
God knows my little boys don't wear tags
God knows my little boys don't wear tags

Growing up I never cared too much for Santa Claus
I guess he never could measure up next to my old man