The Legend of Santa Anna

The Legend of Santa Anna



When I was young, it was always said,
that Santa was a guy pulled ‘round in a sled.
So I’m here to tell you the real story, pal,
that big guy in red ain’t no guy . . . he’s a gal!

Anna McAlester, yep, that’s her name,
born to a cooper, then left in the rain.
In a wee little barrel, cut in half for a crib,
she was tucked in a doorstep, with a note on her bib.

“Take care of my child,” is all the note read.
Then a magical wind swirled 'round her, then fled.
Across the great ocean she rode on a whale,
through a world made of snow to the Land of the Elves.

And there she was raised by a kind elf named Nick,
who had longed to receive just such a gift.
He showed her the magic that made reindeer soar,
she learned to make toys and do all her chores.

Nick taught her to handle eight reindeer and sleigh,
he gave her the list and he mapped out her way.
She learned as she grew and when she was through,
then old Nicklas knew just what to do.

He dressed her in red, glued whiskers to her face,
he stuffed her with pillows all over the place.
Then he hugged her and said, “It’s all up to you.
Just think of the children, the toys must get through.”

That’s how it all started, I’ll stick to my story,
that Christmas Eve Anna rode into glory.
So if you should see her, and you think that it’s Santa,
remember she’s a girl, and her name’s Santa Anna.

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