Don't Cry It's Christmas — David Brent

Don't cry, it's Christmas, Santa's coming soon
Though you ain't got a mummy or daddy
Santa still loves you
And he's riding on his reindeer
To trample down the gloom
So don't cry, it's Christmas, Santa's coming soon

Don't cry, it's Christmas, Santa's feeling kind
And although you'll never see him
He's not just in your mind
And it's not that he's invisible
It's because you're going blind
So don't cry, it's Christmas, Santa's feeling kind

Don't cry, it's Christmas, Santa's on his way
Though he's got a billion children
And he's only got one day
You've got slightly less than that,
If I were you I'd pray
So don't cry, it's Christmas, and it sounds a little gay