Father Christmas, bring me a sword;
I'll sign your waiver of my own accord.
Please send ahead so I'll have some armor;
Have Aslan keep Lucy where none can harm her.

Father Christmas, bring Lu a knife,
And healing cordial to save Edmund's life.
No need, though, for a magic ring;
And don't bring Edmund anything!

Father Christmas, bring me a shield;
Ask Aslan to help me win in the field.
Bring Sue a horn, a bow and a quiver,
And for acting like Scully, please forgive her.

Father Christmas, thanks for the sword;
Oh, and could Dad have a gun from your hoard?
My father's off at war, you see;
Could you spare a rifle or three?

Father Christmas, Lucy believed
In you before, and she's glad she wasn't deceived;
Give our warmest regards to her friend Tumnus--
And bring him seven books from C.S. Lewis.

Father Christmas, we're on our thrones.
We're eating crumpets, and we've got some scones,
So, Father Christmas, if you're free,
Come drop by our palace, pretty please?
You're invited; come by for tea!