This one's for the good girls,
this one's for the good boys,
typing up a long list of toys.
Patented shoes for noah,
earings for theodora,
hoping somebody thinks of you.
Seems the bussier it is, finding things to give,
put less spirit left for poor saint nick.
Even misses santa is threatening the boot,
unless I find another job to do.
So what I am asking,
a favor everlasting,
for messengers of every belief.
Carefull on the chimeny,
give eachother company,
open up the family tree!
When someone special comes along,
offer her your hand,
though at first she may not understand.
Thank you for the presents,
but most of all your presence,
makes my world a perfect wonderland.
This one's for the good girls,
this one's for the good boys,
delivering joy across the land,
So me and misses santa, from shanghi to atlanta,
can have a happy holiday too.
May every child's wish come true.

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