| Once a year
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| A man will board his sleigh
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| While children lie in bed awake
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| Counting down the minutes for the sun
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| And the man will fly around the world
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| And stop for every boy and girl
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| Making Christmas day
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| A merry time
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| But many years before that man
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| A child was born in Bethlehem
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| Who made a way to God
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| For you and I
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| Then presents came and eyes were turned
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| From Jesus Christ and what He’d earned
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| To watching the night sky
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| For flying deer
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| But Jesus doesn’t hate Santa Claus
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| 'Cause he knows Santa only does his job
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| When Santa arrives home from his
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| Yuletide flight of merriment
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| And has his Christmas meal
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| He stops to pray
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| And God above will hear his prayer
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| And keep him safe another year
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| 'Cause God knows Santa Claus
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| Does his best
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| 'Cause Jesus doesn’t hate Santa Claus
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| 'Cause he knows Santa only does his job
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| But Jesus doesn’t hate Santa Claus
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| 'Cause he knows Santa only does his job |