VeggieTales - Oh Santa! Lyrics + Chords
Released: 24 Sep 2013
Lyrics
Narrator: "It's Christmas Eve, and Larry is anxiously awaiting the
arrival of Santa Claus with a plate of cookies."
Larry: "Oh, Santa! I can't wait for you to come, I just can't wait for
you to come, and I've got cookies! Three yummy cookies! Just for you for
when you come, oh me, for you for when you come ... because it's
Christmas!"
Knock-knock-knock
Larry: "Could that be Santa? Could that be him? Could it be the one who
brings presents for a cucumber like me, a good cucumber like me?"
Narrator: "Larry is surprised to be greeted not by Santa, but crafty
bankrobber!"
Larry: "Who are you?"
Bankrobber: "I'm a bankrobber! And I've come to rob your bank, oh yes!
I've come to rob your bank, and I've come to take your dimes and swipe
your nickels. So stand back, step aside you silly pickle! And let me
in!"
Narrator: "Although frightened by the intruder, in the spirit of
Christmas Larry makes an offering."
Larry: "I'm not a banker ... I have no bank my robbing friend, but I
have cookies--three yummy cookies. And I don't have nickels, but please
take this my robbing friend. Eat one of these my robbing friend. They
are for Santa, but you may have one."
Narrator: "The bankrobber is truly touched by Larry's good will. But
Larry, although momentarily distracted, is still excited about seeing
Santa."
Larry: "Oh, Santa! I can't wait for you to come, I just can't wait for
you to come, and I've got cookies! Two yummy cookies! Just for you for
when you come, oh me, for you for when you come ... because it's
Christmas!"
Bankrobber: (Simultaneously) "I'm a robber! I came to rob your bank, oh
yes! I came to rob your bank ... you shared a cookie--a yummy cookie.
Though I'd love to take your dimes, perhaps another time--because it's
Christmas!"
Knock, knock, knock
Larry: "Could that be Santa? Could that be him? Could it be the one who
brings presents for a cucumber like me, a good cucumber like me?"
Narrator: "Once again, it is not Santa who has come to Larry's door, but
this time a savage Norseman."
Larry: "Who are you?"
Viking: "I'm a viking! And I've come to take your land, oh yes! I've
come to take your land, and I've come to burn your crops and steal your
horses. And I've come to ... step on your chickens! And soil your
quilts!"
Narrator: "Although frightened by the intruder, in the spirit of
Christmas Larry makes an offering."
Larry: "I don't have land ... I don't have crops, my viking friend, but
I have cookies--two yummy cookies. And I don't have horses, but please
take this my viking friend. Eat one of these my viking friend. They are
for Santa, but you may have one."
Narrator: "The viking is also touched by Larry's good will. But Larry's
thoughts are still with Santa."
Larry: "Oh, Santa! I can't wait for you to come, I just can't wait for
you to come, I've got a cookie! A yummy cookie! Just for you for when
you come, oh me, for you for when you come ... because it's Christmas!"
Viking: (Simultaneously) "I'm a viking! I came to take your land, oh
yes! I came to take your land ... you shared a cookie--a yummy cookie.
Though I'd love to soil your quilts, I don't think that I wilt ...
because it's Christmas!"
Knock-knock-knock
Larry: "Could that be Santa? Could that be him? Could it be the one who
brings presents for a cucumber like me, a good cucumber like me?"
Narrator: "Larry is greeted now by an agent of the Internal Revenue
Service."
Larry: "Who are you?"
Peach: "I'm from the IRS! And I've come to tax your ..." Slam
Larry: "Oh, Santa! I can't wait for you to come, I just can't wait for
you to come ... It's finally Santa! It's finally him! At last, the one
who brings presents for a cucumber like me, a good cucumber like me!"
Santa: "I'm Santa! And I've come to bring you gifts, oh yes! I've come
to bring you gifts, and I've come to stuff your stockings--oh ho-ho-ho!
And I've come to jiggle my belly. And wiggle my nose ... Hey, wait a
minute! Isn't that my belt? And what are you doing with my hat? So
you're the ones!"
Bankrobber: "Wait a minute, I can explain!"
Viking: "We've changed!"
Santa: "Nobody messes with Santa! You know that don't you!? You've been
very naughty! And I've got a list!"
Peach: "Did you claim that?"
Larry: "Merry ... Christmas
Video
VeggieTales: Oh Santa - Silly Song
Meaning & Inspiration
My hands aren't what they used to be. The skin is like thin parchment now, marked by the work of decades and a few too many winters spent tending to a garden that refused to yield. When I sit in the dark, waiting for the aches to subside, I find myself thinking about the oddest things. I think about this bit of nonsense from VeggieTales—a song about a cucumber named Larry and his cookies.
It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? But when the house is quiet and the fire has burned down to grey embers, the words Larry speaks to the bank robber and the viking stick to my ribs. "I don't have land... but please take this, my robbing friend."
We spend our whole lives building fences. We protect our crops, we hide our nickels, we worry about who is coming to the door to take what we’ve clawed for. We are terrified of being vulnerable. Yet, here is a silly vegetable, facing down men who want to ruin him, and his only reflex is to give away his last bit of hope—his cookies.
It reminds me of the hard edges of the Gospel, the parts we like to soften. Scripture tells us to love our enemies and to do good to those who spitefully use us (Matthew 5:44). It is easy to preach that from a pulpit, but it is a hell of a thing to actually live. Most of us, when the viking comes to "soil our quilts," we don't offer a cookie. We offer a fist. We offer a legal threat. We offer a cold shoulder.
Larry doesn’t know how to be afraid in a way that turns him bitter. He is just a cucumber with a simple heart, and he operates under a logic that this world finds foolish: that a gesture of kindness might just stop a man from burning down the barn. Is that naive? Maybe. But I look at the state of the world, and I wonder if we’ve lost the capacity for that kind of grace. We’re so busy waiting for the "Santa" of our expectations—the reward, the justice, the happy ending—that we forget to treat the people at our door with mercy.
Of course, the ending is a mess. The IRS agent shows up, the thieves have stolen the hat and belt, and Santa is—rightfully—furious. It doesn't all wrap up neatly with a bow. That’s the most honest part of the whole thing. Doing the right thing doesn't mean the troubles vanish. Sometimes, you share your cookie, and you still end up dealing with a bureaucrat or a thief.
Faith isn't a guarantee that the wolf will suddenly start bleating like a lamb. Faith is choosing to be the kind of person who offers the cookie anyway, even when the knocking at the door sounds like judgment. I’m tired, and my strength is mostly gone, but I think I’d rather go out like that cucumber—sharing what little I have, even when it makes no sense at all. That’s not young man’s noise. That’s the only way to survive the night.