Santa, Santa, Santa
The merry, merry saint,
Of happiness, pleasure,
Song, dance, and boons,
We do not have
Anything else to give you,
Since you have everything,
Most the gift of joy,
And can offer nothing
But wishes for a merry,
Merry, merry, Christmas,
And ask for the boon
Of your joyful return,
Which makies us so happy,
From the far north,
Of snow, ice, ledges, reindeer,
To return every year,
Which pleases us
Even mere sight
Of your kind in our land,
Merry, merry, merry, Christmas
To you Santa who keeps
Our hopes year long.
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