Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Little Saint Nick’ by 98°. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 98° or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Merry Christmas, Saint Nick
Well, way up north where the air gets cold
There’s a tale about Christmas
That you’ve all been told
And a real famous cat all dressed up in red
And he spends all year workin’ out on his sled
He’s a little Saint Nick
Little Saint Nick
He’s a little Saint Nick
Little Saint Nick
Just a little bobsled we call it old Saint Nick
But she’ll walk a toboggan with a four-speed stick
She’s candy apple red with a ski for a wheel
And when Santa hits the gas, man, just watch her peel
He’s the little Saint Nick
Little Saint Nick
He’s the little Saint Nick
Little Saint Nick
Run, run reindeer
Run, run reindeer
Run, run reindeer
Run, run reindeer
He don’t miss no one
When he’s haulin’ through the snow at a frightening speed
With a half a dozen deer with Rudy to lead
He’s got to wear shades ’cause the snow really flies
And he’s cruisin’ every path with a little surprise
He’s the little Saint Nick
Little Saint Nick
He’s the little Saint Nick
Little Saint Nick
Merry Christmas, Saint Nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Merry Christmas, Saint Nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Merry Christmas, Saint Nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Merry Christmas
(Christmas comes this time each year)
Merry christmas, yeah, little Saint Nick
(Little Saint Nick)