| Gifts I'm preparing for some Christmas sharing, |
| But I pause because, |
| Hanging my stocking I can hear a knocking. |
| 'Zat you, Santa Claus? |
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| Sure is dark out, ain't the slightest spark out. |
| Pardon my clackin' jaws |
| Who's there? Who is it stopping for a visit? |
| 'Zat you, Santa Claus? |
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| Are you bringing a present for me, |
| Something pleasantly pleasant for me? |
| Then it's just what I've been waiting for. |
| Would you mind slipping it under the door? |
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| Cold winds are howling, or could that be growling? |
| My legs feel like straws. |
| My my oh me my, kindly would you reply? |
| 'Zat you, Santa Claus? |
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| Hanging the stocking, I can hear a knocking. |
| 'Zat you, Santa Claus? |
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| I say, who's there, who is it? Are you stopping for a visit? |
| 'Zat you, Santa Claus? |
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| Oh there, Santa, you gave me a scare. |
| Now stop teasing cause I know you're there. |
| We don't believe in no goblins today, |
| But I can't explain why I'm shaking that way. |
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| Bet I can see old Santa in the keyhole. |
| I'll get to the cause. |
| One peek and I'll try there; oh oh, there's an eye there! |
| 'Zat you, Santa Claus? |
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| Please, please, I pity my knees! |
| Say that's you, Santa Claus! |
| That's him alright |
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