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Nov 2014
He comes
He comes out of somewhere near the North Pole.
They say the wears all red and black.
He drives a sled pulled by reindeer.
The hauls toys and gifts to good boys and girls.
He is fat and loves to drink milk and eat cookies.
He is very quiet when he comes.Putting those gifts under the tree.
He comes on Dec 25th of every year. We call him Satna Claus.
But all we know is that he comes.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
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