Oh Santa Claus the bells the bells are calling
From town to town,
where goodwill doth abide
The summers gone, the
autumn leaves have fallen
We’re near, we’re near
another Christmas tide
So come ye back to us
on Christmas Evening
When all the land is
hushed and white with snow
And we will leave your
milk and cookies
Oh Santa Claus, you
know we love you so
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