| Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh
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| Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh
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| Santa, make her my bride for Christmas
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| Santa, it wouldn’t cost too much
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| Just a sprinkle of reindeer dust
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| A sprig of mistletoe
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| And the sound of your laughter
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| As you fly above the snow
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| Santa, if you will use your magic
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| This Christmas eve
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| While I’m holding her titght
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| Then I’ll whisper the proper thing
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| And offer her a ring
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| Santa, make her my Christmas bride
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| Santa, make me his bride for Christmas
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| Santa, it wouldn’t cost too much
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| Just a sprinkle of reindeer dust
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| And a sprig of mistletoe
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| And the sound of your laughter
|
| As you fly above the snow
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| Santa, if you will use your magic
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| This Christmas eve
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| While I’m holding her tight
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| Then we’ll whisper the proper things
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| And wear each other’s rings
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| Santa, make her my Christ- Christmas bride
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| Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh
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| Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh
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| Christmas bride |