Well, there’s a dog named Baby who lives with a lady I know. They walk and talk about their dreams and hopes. “One day,” said Baby, “I tell you what I want to be. I want to be Santa’s little helper just a-helpin’ on Christmas Eve!” I wanna ride through the sky on a Christmas night, deliver toys to the girls and boys by the pale moonlight. And you know when they wake up on a Christmas morn, they say, “Santa’s little helper’s just a-helpin’ out Santa Claus.” Well, “Baby,” said Lady, “it’s better to give than receive and you could do lots and lots of giving on Christmas Eve.” “So Baby,” said Lady, “I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’m goin’ to write a little letter addressed to Santa Claus for you.” Sayin’ you want to rise through the sky on a Christmas night, deliver toys to the girls and boys by the pale moonlight. And you know when they wake up on a Christmas morn, they say, “Santa’s little helper’s just a-helpin’ out Santa Claus.” Well, Santa and the missis were eating chocolate kisses by the fire. Missis said, “Santa you got a letter that caught my eye. It seems a dog named Baby who lives with a lady has a dream. She wants to be Santa’s little helper just a-helpin’ on Christmas Eve.” “Ho ho ho, ho ho ho, Baby. Of course, you can ride along with me in Santa’s sleigh. The reindeer and I have so, so much to do. We could certainly use a little help from a dog like you!” Now Baby rides through the sky on a Christmas night, delivers toys to the girls and boys by the pale moonlight. And you know when they wake up on a Christmas morn, they say, “Santa’s little helper’s just a-helpin’ out Santa Claus. Santa’s little helper just a-helpin’ out Santa Claus.” They say, “Santa’s little helper she helped out Santa Claus.”