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Santa Is On His Way

Rudolph is prompt and it is a quarter past eight He is in a panic thinking that Santa will be late You'd think with all the elves he employs they would be on the ball with the toys he then hears Santa whistling and panting under his own breath he is stressing and ranting then through the valley vale and fells hark it is the sound of the sleigh bells at long last Santa is definitely on his way Rudolph and his team pulling the heavy laden sleigh
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