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I'm heading home for Christmas (Snows on the way) In a plane, then a cab and a sleigh Bringing presents and prizes I've made Giddy yup horsey! I musn't be late Of God we are saints, of myth this Nick This mystical and elusive controtionist Over rooftops, down chimneys without a slip Hanging stockings and mistletoe For an occasional kiss Stretch and yawn and wiping sleep from our eyes Hey there's frost on the window On green bows dancing lights On the mantle the the stockings "Oh boy, what's inside!?" There's no coal in my stockings, that isn't right There's no coal in my stockings but I need it for heat Then on with the stockings to comfort my feet
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Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
There's No Coal In My Stocking
I'm heading home for Christmas (Snows on the way) In a plane, then a cab and a sleigh Bringing presents and prizes I've made Giddy yup horsey! I musn't be late Of God we are saints, of myth this Nick This mystical and elusive controtionist Over rooftops, down chimneys without a slip Hanging stockings and mistletoe For an occasional kiss Stretch and yawn and wiping sleep from our eyes Hey there's frost on the window On green bows dancing lights On the mantle the the stockings "Oh boy, what's inside!?" There's no coal in my stockings, that isn't right There's no coal in my stockings but I need it for heat Then on with the stockings to comfort my feet
Merry Christmas......Years ago it was a bad thing to find coal in a Christmas stocking....I thought why not turn a bad thing into a good thing
michael-37
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Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
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