From the north pole and to my town,
To spread love and joy, he explains.
White flakes whirl as he dismounts with strain,
To the rooftop with a slight frown,
Jolly old man comes once again.
Down the chimney I don't complain,
With gifts filled in a bag that's brown,
To spread love and joy, he explains.
Stockings filled with dolls, toy trains,
He stuffs until no more goes down,
Jolly old man comes once again.
Back into the sleigh in which he came,
On the run to make more rounds,
To spread love and joy, he explains.
He then takes off, just like a plane,
Until next year he'll come around.
Jolly old man came once again,
To spread love and joy, he explained.
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