An old time sledge, with ability to fly,
An old man, the legacy,
Has the ability to crush every child's cry,
Happiness is his weapon, against every agony,
Santa we call him, he's on his way,
Pleasantries he has for everyone, he says,
Though fictional, we always wait for him to show up,
Even wave him goodbye, as he goes up
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Way to go :)
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