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There"s an awful lot I want,

but I think my list is done.

If Santa brings it all

his sack will weigh a ton!



I have been so good this year,

an ideal little boy.

Helpful around the house,

my mothers pride and joy.



So I can only wish

that Santa knows this to.

So when he gets my letter

he will know just what to do.



I live at number ten,

the one that looks a sight.

With outside Christmas tree

done up with gaudy lights.



The whole streets in the spirit,

it is that time of year.

We all have the same sign!

"Santa please stop here".



It"s Christmas eve at last

and I am sent to bed.

But I cannot sleep,

so much in my head.



But tiredness takes its toll

and sleep is here to stay.

I snore my little head off.

Yes Santas on his way.



Christmas morn at last,

I pray I"m not a sinner.

Down those stairs so fast

to see if i"m a winner.



Yes Santa he has been

and left a lot of toys.

Underneath the tree

for a lucky little boy.



But let us not forget,

that on this Christmas morn.

To remember celebrate

the day that Christ was born.



God bless you one and all

and I give you all three cheers!

For I wish you merry Christmas

and a Happy New Year!