It's December
wait in line
cough up the cash
bring your children
happiness
Santa Claus
is on the roof
down the chimney
don't peep
he's easily spooked
The kids are a sleep
they fell for it
forge the name
of a make believe man
he'll get the praise
for waiting in line
and coughing up cash
You're a great parent
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