Since Santa Ain’t Coming

Since Santa Ain’t Coming - by Daniel Mustard it’s not because you’re naughty though lord knows you ain’t nice we maybe might’ve had a chance to make it baby til someone checked it twice in the middle of the morning wrapped in long forgotten bows found the better part of all my fortune left for dead and all alone but still baring the bone so don’t hang no lights i won’t wish for snow no dreaming tonight of kisses under mistletoe ’cause faster are falling the