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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