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Bare clean carpets Make for a lonely house But big boot prints Means Santa Klaus Somehow has delivered To every household His bones they creak But don't feel the cold He dresses in red With a bottomless sack He has quick feet And a broad strong back He works his magic Year after year Then races home For a well earned beer He guards our dreams For a kinder world Saint Nick he delivers He never gets old  So this Christmas Open your mind Stand with Santa And break out the Kind.
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Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
The Kind
Bare clean carpets Make for a lonely house But big boot prints Means Santa Klaus Somehow has delivered To every household His bones they creak But don't feel the cold He dresses in red With a bottomless sack He has quick feet And a broad strong back He works his magic Year after year Then races home For a well earned beer He guards our dreams For a kinder world Saint Nick he delivers He never gets old  So this Christmas Open your mind Stand with Santa And break out the Kind.
stevejeff
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Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
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