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