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When I was a kid |
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I used to wonder where my mama hid |
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All the Christmas gifts |
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She pretended that Santa Claus would give |
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We'd trim the tree |
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Jiffy Pop on a string |
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Lickin' candy canes |
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While I'm listening to Donny sing |
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Ooh, talkin' about Christmas |
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Rudolph's nose is bright |
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But big sister tell me, "He's just a lie" |
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She said, "Santa ain't coming around |
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'Cause there's no chimney for him to come down" |
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So on the evening |
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While pretendin' to sleep |
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We would hear our Daddy |
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Huffin', puffin' and cussin' boxes |
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Christmas at my house |
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Christmas at my house |
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Christmas at my house |
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Christmas at my house |
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Christmas at my house |
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Christmas at my house |
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Christmas at my house |
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Christmas at my house |
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We'd never leave cookies for Santa to eat |
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'Cause he was just an image of a cartoon on a TV, oh |
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Christmas at my house |
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Christmas at my house |
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Christmas at my house |
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Christmas at my house |
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Christmas at my house |
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Christmas at my house |
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Christmas at my house |
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Christmas at my house |
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Christmas at my house |
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Christmas at my house |
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Christmas at my house |
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Christmas at my house |
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