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Christmas time is here again, every year before,
We'll hear Santa on the roof, he don't come through the door;
He'll come down through the chimney with cheeks so rosy red,
It's time for little boys and girls to be tucked in their beds.
"Don't look for Santa Claus," my mother used to say,
"For if he sees you peekin', he'll just go away."
So listen to your mom and dad, to every word they say,
They will never lead you wrong in any kind of way;
So close your eyes and go to sleep, with haste and no delay,
And your presents he will bring on this Christmas day.
"Don't look for Santa Claus," my mother used to say,
"For if he sees you peekin', he'll just go away."
So listen to your mom and dad, to every word they say,
They will never lead you wrong in any kind of way;
So close your eyes and go to sleep, with haste and no delay,
And your presents he will bring on this Christmas day.
And your presents he will bring on this Christmas day.
