And then we hear an unusual sound from the kitchen sink
It’s not reindeer, it just Mom, she’s had too much to drink
Sounds like she’s chocking up a lung, She’s almost done I think
Ok, here she comes, I can tell from the stink
She stumbles back into the room with a bottle in her hand
And right besides her walking, is another man
Oh mommy is kissing Santa Clause, Yes this much I know
She is kissing him in front of everyone, under the mistletoe
Oh mommy is kissing Santa Clause; this isn’t how Christmas should be
Santa should be laughing handing out toys, not playing tonsil hockey
We were supposed to be opening gifts, over by the fire
Not watching mommy sit on Santa’s lap whispering all of her desires
And finally Daddy’s seen enough, he has a word or two
He pulls Santa into the kitchen, what are they going to do?
I hear a loud commotion, they are fighting I suppose.
Then comes out a new Santa, dressed in loose fitting Santa clothes
He hands us each a present, saying, “I made this special for you.”
And now I know who Santa was, His smile clearly shown through.
Oh mommy is kissing Santa Clause, it happens every year,
She washes away her sorrows with some liquid cheer
Oh mommy is kissing Santa Clause; it’s not really a crime,
But she does this every December during Christmas time.