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Santa comes quietly long before dawn
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While shops are still busy and lights are still on
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While dinners are cooking and kitchens are warm
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And children count presents they'llby morn.
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He slips past the trees in windows aglow
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Through the gate to the backyard
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As icy winds blow
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To find the pup he brought last year
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Chained up in the snow
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And, kneeling, he whispers,
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"Are you ready to go?"
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There are too many stops like this one tonight
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Before the beginning of his regular flight
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He leaves not a note or a footprint in sight
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Just an unbuckled collar
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On a cold Christmas night . . .
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