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Poor Old Santa Claus
'Twas the night of school program, I was happy because I was playing the role of good old Santa Claus. I was dressed all in red as he always is And eagerly starting to get down to biz Of filling the stockings all hung with a flair. I opened my pack and the gifts waiting there. John has asked for ice skates and I found them at once, The same with Nell's book, but I felt like a dunce When the doll for young Susie was not to be seen. There was nothing but wrapping where it should have been. The teacher hissed at me to get off the stage. It was time for the scene that was on the next page. So I left Susie's sock with out wanted gift And I knew that next morning, she'd surely be miffed. I'm wondering how Santa can do what he does. That he keeps it all straight is a marvel because He must travel the world in one single night, Fill millions of stockings and still do it right. I'll just go ask my Mama to broil him a steak. Such a big job takes more than some cookies or cake. And if on Christmas morning, my gift is not there I'll not be mad at Santa for I wouldn't dare, When I lost Susie's doll from my little sack, And Santa must carry the world's largest pack To hold all the toys that he must deliver, As he flies over world and ocean and river. I'll look down the stairs as he takes a big bite, And silently wish him a wonderful night.
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