Santa Got a Pickup

Verse 1: Snow falls quiet on the county road Santa rolls in a ’69, steady with the load Tailgate stacked with boxes, hitch empty for the deer No jingles, no magic—Christmas just feels near Verse 2: Red hat low on his head, boots dusted in frost Coffee in the cupholder, counting not the cost Passing silent barns, wind stirring through the pines This is how he delivers, in his own straight line Chorus: Santa’s got a pickup, rolling through the night Headlights cut the darkness, steady, calm, and bright No bells, no fanfare, just the engine’s gentle sway Santa’s got a pickup, bringing Christmas his own way Verse 3: Stops at the farmhouse, sets a box by the door Ribbon in the snow, nothing more Dogs bark once or twice, then settle back to sleep Santa nods, keeps moving, promises to keep Verse 4: The road stretches on, frost glints in the light Reindeer long forgotten, diesel humming right Quiet roads, country nights, the world tucked in tight Santa drives alone, delivering through the night Chorus: Santa’s got a pickup, rolling through the night Headlights cut the darkness, steady, calm, and bright No bells, no fanfare, just the engine’s gentle sway Santa’s got a pickup, bringing Christmas his own way Bridge (spoken or soft, optional): “Some years it’s sleighs, some years it’s trucks. Either way, it gets done. Quietly. Always.” Verse 5 (reflective, final): Morning comes slow, the snow still lies white Santa parks his pickup, disappears from sight Boxes delivered, roads empty and wide Country Santa’s work is quiet, steady, and dignified Chorus (Final): Santa’s got a pickup, rolling through the night Headlights cut the darkness, steady, calm, and bright No bells, no fanfare, just the engine’s gentle sway Santa’s got a pickup, bringing Christmas his own way