Christmas is coming around
The snow is
On the ground
Songs of the season are in my head
Papa take us to town
On the old flat bed
I see things that I enjoy
Oh I am
A lucky boy
In the store windows I can see
Things that were meant
Only for me
There is Santa on his sleigh
I always mention him
When I pray
There are the elves too
They are only part
Of the crew
They are making toys
For all
The little girls and boys
Look there are reindeer on that roof
Santa is real
There's the proof.

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