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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