Summer in the Seychelles and the weather’s scorching hot

Sid saw Santa sailing, in the harbour on a yacht

Although he wasn’t wearing clothes that Santa Claus should wear

Sid knew him by his bushy beard and flowing snow white hair

He knew him by his glowing cheeks and by his bright red nose

He knew him by the way he wore some tinsel on his toes

Young Sidney pondered hard and long and wondered what to do

Perhaps he’d go and volunteer to be part of his crew

But seeing Santa sitting on the poop deck on his own

Sid made it his decision that he’d leave the man alone

Slowly sipping soda Sidney slurped his ice cold drink

When Santa turned to Sidney and he gave the boy a wink

All at once the boat rose up and to the sky it reared

A thunderous roar a puff of smoke and Santa disappeared