Santa Claus
In a workshop far away
Toils a man to fill his sleigh
In the window, there’s fresh snow
And the winds swings to and fro
He is working hard from dawn
While creations that are spawn
Pile up on the empty shelves
Helping him are faithful elves
He makes toys and cherished gifts
And what his long list there depicts
On the stove, the tea is brewing
Savory pot roast that is stewing
But this man must toil away
Much to Mrs. Claus’ dismay
Be he cannot take a break
All the presents, he must make
When he flies on Christmas Eve
All the people will believe
That he is the world’s greatest wizard
And can handle any blizzard
So to bring the children toys
And bring joy to girls and boys
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