Santa visits just once a year
To all the children who are good that year
He leaves them wrapped under the tree
For them to open with glee
Children awake at the crack of dawn
As they wake their parents with a yawn
They gather around the Christmas tree
With all the flickering lights
Pretty as can be
Their little faces
As I see that smile
That santa got that
New toy they have wanted for a while
He only gives to the girls and boys
Who are not naughty but are nice
The ones who’s parents
That are proud
And not the ones who continiously row
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