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by the moons pale light how we're tucked in our beds waiting for Santa tonight Our parents remind us to keep a big grin for to ware a frown would be such a sin We've obeyed mom n dad and been very good we studied n played just as boys and girls should Poor Santa must labor this night from dusk 'till dawn as we drift into slumber with a big ole yawn... We'll be deep in a trance with nare a care knowing when we awake ole Saint Nick will have been there |
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