(lyrics by Jimmy Buffett & Ross Kunkel- 

music by Jimmy Buffett Roger Guth & Peter Mayer) 

Santa's stressed out as the holiday season draws near 

He's been doing the same job now going on two thousand years 

He's got pains in his brain and chimney scars cover his buns 

He hates to admit it, but Christmas is more work than fun 

He needs a vacation from bad decorations and snow 

Mr. Claus has escape plans, a secret that only he knows 

Beaches and palm trees appear night and day in his dreams 

A break from his wife, his half frozen life 

the elves and that damn reindeer team 



Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum 

Santa's run off to the Caribbean 

He thinks about boat drinks and fun in the sun 

Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum 



Plastic creations and crass exploitations aren't good 

He wants to go back to simple toys made out of wood 

Just for the weekend he'd like to be Peter Pan 

Get out his long johns and dance with a sword in the sand 



Chorus: 

Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum 

Santa's run off to the Caribbean 

Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums 

Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum 



(Bridge) 



Chorus: 

Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum 

Santa's run off to the Caribbean 

Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums 

Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum 



Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum 

Santa's run off to the Caribbean 

A week in the tropics and he'll be all right 

Sporting a tan as he rides out of sight 



(over the drums) 

Merry Christmas to all, and to all... good night.