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