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Through a cold wintry night

     And a star studded sky,
A man with a mission

    Is starting to sigh.

He carries a list

     That exceeds all the rest,
And he wears a red coat

     And warm hood of the best.

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For what started to him

     As a worthwhile task,
With a small list of presents

      And tea in his flask,

Has now become huge!  

     Oh, what’s to be done?
At one time his job

     Was most certainly fun.

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His reindeer are scared

      Of those large, noisy planes
And the man reassures them

     With a touch of the reins.

The list that he carries -

     Oh those millions of names -
Has grown as has also

     The weight of those games.

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No more do these children

     Want small stockings filled - -
A small treat from Santa

    To make them feel thrilled.

They want so much more

     And say thank you much less 
And Santa feels sorry,

     As I’m sure you will guess.

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He sighs, for it's certain

     This trip is his last,
But remembers with joy

     The good Christmases past.

But with retirement for all

     In the world of today,
There’s a vacancy now

     For a man with a sleigh.

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