Saint Nick
It's Christmas Eve and Saint Nick is busy
In fact he was getting a little bit dizzy
An elf asked how will you get a present to every child
But Saint Nick just chuckled and smiled
Magic he said is what we’ll use
Get the reindeers ready and we’ll go for a cruise
Flying through the air at a million miles per hour
He called to his elves – you see the magical power!
Hurtling down chimneys at the speed of light
Filling the worlds stockings all in one night
Drinking the milk and eating mince pies
His already large tum growing in size
Heading home now, his work all done
Saint Nick’s race against the sun is finally won
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