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Santa Claus had grown countless years old
But always strong and treasured by all like gold
He’s the joy of children everywhere on Christmas
Bringing toys and gifts for all, lad and lass.

Although he’s so old, never went cranky
Just a problem on hearing-loss and a shaking knee
He could no longer hear his silver bell
So he'd hung a thousand on his sledge-rails.

He added some on every part of his reindeers 
With big dangling gold bells for their earrings
He wanted everybody to hear his coming
With those bells’ sounds, his ears picked least rings.

From north pole to south, he kept saying go, go, go
When about to stop, a loud command ho, ho, ho
But his pets were deafened by the thousand bells
They only stopped when badly in need of water in wells.

This was the start of Santa’s new atypical tale
When he stationed at south pole for pets’ garage sale
His favorite Rudolf with fading red nose, so dear
Was sold to a plump man from the east, a millionaire.

Santa was able to buy a new pick-up truck
His toys and gifts were reloaded in big boxes and sacks
But he got problem driving on plains and snowy hills
Santa enrolled for a week-driving lesson paying less bills.

My grandparents keep on saying, If you haven’t yet received gifts
Just wait patiently with great hope as if time won’t drift
Santa Claus will be here soon from his driving school
To give toys, gifts and lots of blessings, that’s so cool!

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