He stands by the table and looks through the house And takes from his pocket a crazy gray mouse. He says, "Ho, Ho Ho, I truly believe, There must be a mouse in each Christmas eve." His belt buckle shakes as he laughs, look at that. My gosh this jolly old guy sure is fat. He looks up. He sees me and gives a big smile. Says, "I came to see you. Let's talk for a while. "You're one grown up child that doesn't believe That Santa Claus comes on each Christmas eve. You're a big girl. Your mind's filled with doubt. It's simple, without me the joy is left out. "I remember the time you sat on my knee A smile on your face, eyes sparkling with glee. Don't you remember the thrill you felt then? With a little belief you can feel it again.

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