Santa
Santa comes but once a year
Riding on his sleigh
From his North Pole HQ
With gifts for Christmas day
Santa comes down your chimney.
To fill your Christmas stockings
With nuts, fruit and candy
And all kinds of wonderful things
So remember on Christmas Eve
To be good girls and boys
Or Santa won’t come
To bring you lots of toys
Copyright © Paul Curtis | Year Posted 2010
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