When the Fat Guy Tries The Chimney On for Size - Rodney Crowell

When the fat guy tries the chimney on for size

Don’t believe your mean big brother’s lies

Just leave your milk and cookies on the hearth

And keep on sendin' letters way up north

When you hear the fat guy’s sleigh bells in the snow

Don’t let the non-believers tell you no

'Tis the season, you don’t need no proof

There’s tiny reindeer up there on the roof

When the fat guys does the shimmy down the chute

With rosy cheeks to match his warm red suit

While everyone’s asleep inside your house

He goes about his business like a mouse

When the fat guy leaves your presents 'neath the tree

Don’t let your jealous cousins spoil your glee

If they’d been good like you have here’s the deal

They’d be the first to tell ya that the fat guy is for real

When the fat guy takes a trip down through the soot

Cleaner than a whistle head to foot

And goes back out the way he just dropped in

Same time next year to do it all again

When the fat guy tries the chimney on for size

It’s only then you start to realize

The more you wanna give than to receive

Is when you feel the magic hidden up the fat guy’s sleeve

Oh my dear darlin' child

It’s so good to see you smile