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My little boy with smiling face and dancing eyes |
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Come bobbing down the steps on |
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Christmas morn |
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And as he gaily opened up his |
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Santa Claus |
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I wish that darling child had never been born |
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Outside the window lay the deadly fallen snow and on my lap the morning headlines lay |
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As he tried to find the footprints |
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Rudolph left it was all that |
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I could do to say |
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No playing in the snow today son no snow ice cream at all today |
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No snowman making no sleding or no skating no no playing in the snow today |
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He looked up at me with the tear in each blue eye |
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And when he asked me why |
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I nearly died |
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I said some things are hard to explain then |
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I picked him up and kissed his little eyes |
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In somewhere way up in a tower cold and grey power hungry men insainly play |
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In satanic style and laughter while ten million parents sadly say |
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No playing in the snow today... |
