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There are many secrets tucked
Carefully away at the North Pole;
Santa hides them on purpose, so 
You’ll never find them.

Things like the special camera 
He uses to check on children, so he
Knows who’s been bad or good.

Then there’s the mind reading
Machine; he can use it to see what 
You want; just in case you forgot to,
Write a letter or visit him at a mall.

I know, I’ve seen him going into his secret room to use them, when I vacationed there, one hot summer.

He keeps spare sleigh parts in a room
Under the ground, just Outside of his shop; 
The only elf who knows about it,
Has been sworn to secrecy.  He rarely has 
To have any parts, over-nighted.

The last secret is very heavily guarded by his reindeer; so heavily guarded that, I couldn’t even bribe them to tell me what it is but, I think it has something to do with outer space.  I did see a half-burned letter in his fireplace, from the Milky Way.  (Is Santa an alien from some other planet?)  Oh well, if he is then Aliens must be friendly because Santa is.

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