| He was always Santa Claus to them
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| Every year he’d magically appear here in our den
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| They would laugh and tease and say you look a lot like Dad
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| He’d just smile and ask, «Have you been good or bad?»
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| Oh, but life ain’t always like a holiday
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| Some things change, and sometimes people go their seperate ways
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| He just called and said he’d like to be here for the kids
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| Wish them Merry Christmas when they open up their gifts
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| And even though it might be hard on me
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| How can I let them down?
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| So Santa Claus is coming back to town
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| Here it is Christmas Eve — the kids are sleeping
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| Lights flashing in the trees — I keep thinking
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| Tomorrow I’ll see him, tomorrow I’ll see him
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| I guess I ought to try to go to bed
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| I can’t rehearse tomorrow any longer in my head
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| He’ll walk in so nonchalant, as if he’d never gone
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| They’ll be glad to see him, I’ll be barely hanging on
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| And just like that he’ll go and turn my whole world upside down
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| Santa Claus is coming back to town
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| No it’s never really easy when this time of year rolls around
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| 'Cause Santa Claus is coming back to town |