If I grew a beard of white
On the off chance that
I might
Have a chance to
advance my cause
By appearing to you as
Santa Claus
And you would have you
tell to me
As you sat upon my
knee
What it is that you most
desire
And to what hopes you
most aspire
And if those secrets
you told to me
You might find them
beneath your tree
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