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Wating For SantaMy stockings all hung And waiting for Saint Nick The cookies are made And the milk is all poured I have no chimney... He'll have to come through the door I put Jimmy-dog in our bedroom Cause... he would eat all the cookies And leave only crumbs on the floor And from the looks of old Santa So jolly and fat I put a lock on my fridge And I know he won't like that Oh Santa... we have no snow How are you gonna get here We're too far from the ocean And our boats in the back yard So take off your boots Put on your flip-flops A tank-top, and a red and white cap And don't forget the sun glasses And...that big, red, bag! Send Feedback/Comments |
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