Mrs. Brown sat down on a chilly winter day
and asked her son, Timmy who had just come in from play
"Son, I have a question, and please answer honestly,
When you grow up, what is it, son, that you would like to be?"

She thought that he would choose a job like a cowboy or a clown,
Perhaps a brave explorer or the mayor of a town.
Well Timmy thought it over and he mulled it in his head
And when he was through with thinking this is what young Timmy said:

I want to be one of Santa's reindeer.
With jingle bells on straps of green and red.
I want to eat some hay and I want to pull a sleigh
And have a pair of antlers on my head.
I want to have a coat all thick and fluffy.
And fly around the world in just a day,
Delivering the toys to all the girls and boys
And pull ol' jolly Santa in his sleigh.

Well, Mrs. Brown was startled, you could see it in her eyes.
For Timmy's honest answer had come as a surprise.
She said "Why don't you be a butcher or an engineer?
A doctor or a baker or a famous mountaineer?

You could be an accountant or a sailor on the sea.
Why not pick something normal for what you would like to be?
So Timmy thought it through some more.  He thought and thought and then.
When he was sure, he looked at Mom and told her once again:

I want to be one of Santa's reindeer.
With jingle bells on straps of green and red.
I want to eat some hay and I want to pull a sleigh
And have a pair of antlers on my head.
I want to have a coat all thick and fluffy.
And fly around the world in just a day,
Delivering the toys to all the girls and boys
And pull ol' jolly Santa in his sleigh.

Well the years, they flew by quickly as the years will tend to do.
And Timmy got a job which made him feel completely blue.
His boss was mean and nasty and his work was not much fun.
He sat inside a cubicle and never saw the sun.

The suit he had to wear was like a prison uniform.
His manager was stingy, too, and Timmy felt forlorn.
And sometimes he would sigh and he would look into the sky
and think about his dream job with a twinkle in his eye.

I want to be one of Santa's reindeer.
With jingle bells on straps of green and red.
I want to eat some hay and I want to pull a sleigh
And have a pair of antlers on my head.
I want to have a coat all thick and fluffy.
And fly around the world in just a day,
Delivering the toys to all the girls and boys
And pull ol' jolly Santa in his sleigh.

One day there came a letter from a friend of Mister Brown
To Santa, telling him how Timmy was so very down.
And Santa had to chuckle as he gave the thing a read.
It told of how poor old Timmy wished to be his noble steed.

That Christmas Timmy got a gift from Jolly old St. Nick
It was a magic carrot and it did an awesome trick.
It changed him to a reindeer and it launched a new career.
If you talk to Timmy Brown today, well this is what you'll hear:

I love being one of Santa's reindeer.
With jingle bells on straps of green and red.
I love consuming hay and I like to pull the sleigh
And have a pair of antlers on my head.
I love my coat of fur all thick and fluffy.
And flying 'round the world in just a day,
Delivering the toys to all the girls and boys
And help pull jolly Santa in his sleigh.

Yes Timmy Brown is one of Santa's reindeer
His lifelong dream came true in every way
By adding Timmy, then, Santa's reindeer numbered ten
And he has a Merry Christmas every day

Yes, he has a Merry Christmas every day