in Connecticut
December 22nd, 2002
It's Christmas eve and I cant sleep
I run downstairs to take a peep
At all the presents Santa's left
I see a figure, a real live theft!
But it seems as if I'm early
For it seems it's Santa's eye
That cathes me in the corner
Playing Eve I spy
The reindeer on the rooftop thump
And i squeal with glee!
Looking at the pacages
that Santa left for me
And in a flash he's taken place
inside his sled he goes
And in the night i run outside
In the distance a ho ho ho~
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