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Santa Mommy
My nose is getting red like Santa’s perhaps I’ll grow a beard Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year I’ve hidden all the wrapped up boxes and all the clutters cleared My son is on the air-o-plane he is getting VERY, very near! Got the balsam wreathes up from Big Y and hung them on the doors Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year Go pick a pretty bulb out from the boxes on the floor and set it out at ready for the big tree will soon appear. Soon I’ll drive to JFK to get the MAN that big ole kid Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year If I had a bright red sleigh I’d get there fast like Santa did, avoiding all the Yuletide traffic, why yes, I’d steer right clear. With my red nose and a borrowed beard, red hat and all Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year I’d shift the pillow in my drawers and the crowd would be appalled You’d see security winking “There’s a coo-coo over here!” They’d let me through with no pat down, no scan of Santa’s tummy Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year I’d shout it to the customs guards “It’s just HIS loony Mummy!” I need him to set up the pine tree before he disappears. His friends have called their all waiting there is more of them than me Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year One of the few times I see that boy by time and spaces decree I’ll call them all to gather for the trimmings of yesteryear.
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