I worked with a woman named Minnie
One Christmas Eve long ago
When I asked what you doing this evening?
Minnie took on a seasonal glow
She said shed be waiting for Santa
Shed be wearing a bright red bow
Minnie and Santa
Minnie and Santa
What they're up to only
Heaven knows she wrote on a card
Don't take it so hard were headed for the north pole
Now Minnie could not be persuaded
That Santa just did not exist
She swore if she put up some mistletoe
Santa'd come give her a kiss
And there where she'd hung up her stockings
All in their silky, soft, sheen
Shed be laying in wait on a bear skin rug
Where the cookies and milk could be seen
