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Here we anxiously await, as “Christmas Comes Again” Visions of Santa we anticipate, his furry, red suit, and white, whiskery chin They say he arrives late at night, many stories I have been told He magically slides down chimneys - a bag of gifts he will hold His sleigh and renowned reindeer tirelessly rest upon the roof Rudolph will be warming his frosty red nose, rubbing it with his hoof I have heard tales of Santa, when creatures did not stir, not even a mouse But I know ‘for sure’ there are creatures and mice active in this old house Yep, ol’ Santa, he’s slicker than a Sycamore limb, and knows every trick It’s been said he can tell if I am asleep or not, and he is pretty good at arithmetic So, I did not request gifts, for he counted all those from this past year I asked him to refresh my clouded memories, though some may cause a tear Maybe I should lure him with cookies and milk, traditional Santa Claus bait But he’s getting chubby with a spare tire above his belt, a little overweight Dr. Elf told him to eat more fiber, avoid fatty foods - keep his health on track Climbing up and down chimneys could kill ol’ Santa totin’ a heavy sack!