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Tiny little boots covered in snow |
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Apple cider warmin' on the stove |
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Tinsel twinklin' everywhere, holly hangin' on the stairs |
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It must be Christmas eve |
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Angel sitting high upon a tree |
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Watchin' over presents patiently |
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Milk and cookies on a plate, Santa Claus is on his way |
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The kids should be fast asleep |
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But sleigh bells are ringing in their heads |
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Twisting like little tops in their beds |
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Trying to sleep but it's no use |
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With hooves tap-tappin' on the roof |
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Peeking out the window to see what they can see |
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It's a candy cane Christmas, sweet as it can be |
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The kids will wake up awfully early |
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'Cause they can't wait to see |
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If Santa made it, so they can say |
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"Look what he brought me!" |
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Sleigh bells are ringing in their heads |
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Twisting like little tops in their beds |
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Trying to sleep but it's no use |
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With hooves tap-tappin' on the roof |
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Peeking out the window to see what they can see |
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It's a candy cane Christmas, sweet as it can be |
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It's a candy cane Christmas, sweet as it can be |
