| Dear Santa Claus, It’s been so long
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| So long since I have written
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| Since as a kid in happy house I dwelled
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| I’ve moved from there and now I live
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| On disillusion avenue
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| And I’ve been here longer than I care to tell
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| The twinkling bells of hope and joy
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| The laughter that rang in my voice
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| Have silenced more and more as time goes by
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| Those treasured gifts from other years
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| Are tarnished, lost or stained with tears
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| So Santa would you bring a new supply
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| I’ll be hanging up my empty heart this Christmas
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| Please fill it full with love and hope and cheer
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| My faith is gone, my courage low, my patience ran out long ago
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| Dear Santa Claus I need so much this year
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| SPOKEN
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| Bring a basket of forgetfulness to cover up the bitterness
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| And the grudges that I’ve gathered through the years
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| And leave a large bag of forgiveness
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| To give out to those who robbed me
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| Of my laughter that sometimes filled my eyes with tears
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| And Santa please a box piled high with love and understanding
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| That I could share with all my neighbors and my friends
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| And leave one new temper cause I lost mine
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| Lost it one too many times
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| And make the new one longer if you can
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| I’ll be hanging up my empty heart this Christmas
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| Please fill it full with love and hope and cheer
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| Tuck in some smiles to give away and some to wear for every day
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| Dear Santa Claus I need so much this year
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| SPOKEN
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| Please Santa fill my empty heart this year |