Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
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You better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout, I’m telling you why,
Santa Claus is coming to town!!
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And that is the story of Santa Claus.
Hey, it’s getting late, and I’ve got these letters to deliver. You better be getting home, too.
And remember, behave yourselves, because Santa can still look into his magic snowball
and see just what you’re up to. And now that you know all about him, you can be darn sure that
come snow or high water, Santa Claus is comin’ to town!
You wish to give me… a present? A… a toy?
No one ever gives mean old Warlock a toy.
A choo-choo.
I’ve always wanted one.
All the little cares picked along the way
Suddenly have disappeared with yesterday
My world is beginning today!
It’s… a… difficult responsibility
That he extract from the number-one law keeper, me
Be it known throughout the land from sea to sea
There’ll be no more.. toy… makers… to the King!
Kris made a list of all the children and the toys they wanted.
He checked it over once, then checked it over twice.
He tried to figure out just who was naughty and who was nice.
Well I guess they’re all pretty nice!
