I am waiting for him to come,
My stare at door is pinned.
With bells and songs playing,
Infantile wishes are blooming.
Santa Claus is coming…

My family is together,
Ribboned in love & prayer.
The pine tree is glistening,
Solacing my eyes & insisting.
Santa Claus is coming…

Two merry blue eyes he has,
Snowy beard and a warm heart.
I have kept my door open,
I can hear him singing,
Santa Claus is coming…

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