Santa's Coming
Santa's coming, get to bed!
He just went past the moon
I saw him out the window
That means he'll be here soon
If all the lights are shinning
And we're all still awake
He'll keep on passing by
Let's go, for goodness sake
He still might bring us something
He might stop on his way back
But we'll have to take what's left
In the bottom of his sac
Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015
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