05.02.2012 / 18.17 pm
 
Rating: 3.70
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A good time is coming
I wish it were here,
The very best time in the whole year;
I am counting each day on my fingers and thumbs
The weeks that must pass before Santa Claus comes

When the first snowflakes begin to come down,
And the wind whistles sharp and the branches turn brown,
I won't mind the cold, though it numbs my fingers,
For it brings the time nearer, when Santa Claus comes!

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