Santas missing bag

VERSE 1

Santa’s bag been missing, he been lookin’ all year,

Checked the sled, under beds, swear it disappeared,

All he found was dust bunnies, not a gift in sight,

Scratched his beard, muttered, “Man, this ain’t right.”

So he hit the workshop, told the elves “assist,”

They searched every corner, every list that exist,

Shelves way too high, couldn’t reach the top,

So Santa lifted elves like a cherry-picker prop.

VERSE 2

Mrs. Claus walked in, smilin’ wide as snow,

Said, “You lose it again?” then she chuckled real low,

Santa said, “Nah babe, I know where it’s at,”

She laughed and walked off, still smilin’ like that.

Santa searched till he tired, boots draggin’ the floor,

Sat down by his wife, said, “I can’t take no more,

What am I gonna do? I lost my bag,”

She just laughed again—yeah, that felt kinda bad.

HOOK

🎅 Santa’s bag ain’t gone, it was hid in plain sight,

Little red eyes glowin’ in the middle of the night,

When Mrs. Claus giggle, yeah you know that sign,

Santa’s bag was rolled up with a little green pine 🎄💨

VERSE 3

Santa said, “Look at me,” she wouldn’t raise her head,

Eyes low and red, yeah that told him instead,

That’s when Santa smiled, knew just where to look,

Not the sleigh, not the shed, not the workshop nook.

He found that bag, felt holiday cheer,

Rolled one up fat, said “Christmas is here,”

Cookies half gone, milk still cold,

Santa laughed loud like “Man, I’m gettin’ old.”

OUTRO

So if Santa’s late, or he miss a few roofs,

Or the reindeer move slow with them red-tinted hooves,

Just know everything’s fine, Christmas ain’t dead,

Santa found his bag, rolled one up, went to bed 🎄🔥