Three 2 Five-Thirty - Santa Claws
It's Christmas EveA noise from the chimney
Could that be him, he's here to fill up my stocking
I sneak down the stairs
Might just catch a glimpse
Milk and cookies
Aren't all he's consumed
The walls and tree
Are painted red like his outfit
Souls of naughty children
They belong to him
My new wish for the list
Is to live through the night
Thought I've been a good boy
This is not the man I heard so much about
Spreading Christmas all throughout the world
I try to go back up the stairs
But as I do they creak
Santa Claws is coming
Written by:
Jack M.
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