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To live after death Thomas Nast Father of American Cartoons Determined He took in hand his brush To realize his dream Nast was a Father of brush How can his Cartoon come in flesh? Born old,dressed in red buggy Santa Clause He’s the Father of Christmas,Santa Riding nonstop around this World Finding all small,small children To gift and to greet them all of seasons Taking death Thomas Nast Leaving his dream Santa and his cart

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