Plump and large
like a red Christmas barge
Of a man cheeks of red
and a grand old sled
A smile so jolly
his halls lined with holly
Off overhead
while warm in our beds
The chimes ringing out
from a distance, the shout
A distant voice in our dream
a green Christmas seam
A laugh and a chuckle
shaking an enormous belt buckle
Wake, to the window and quick
Or you'll miss ol' Nick!
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