'I’m tired,' said poor old Santa Claus,
     'And I’d like my night in bed.'
He yawned and yawned and yawned again
     And this is what he said:

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'A happy Christmas to you all.
     Enjoy your Christmas Day -
And I left you lots of toys last year
     With which you all can play.'

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And, then he gave another yawn,
     And snuggled down in bed.
So none of you will get your toys,
     But he’ll sleep well instead.

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Ahhh!

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Oh, come, come, come!  This story’s wrong!
      We poets can tell  lies -
And, on Christmas morning, wait and see:

      You’ll get a NICE SURPRISE!

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