Where are you Kris Kringle
way up in the sky;
we hear the silver bells jingle,
and the jolly laugh of some guy...
We can't see you just yet,
but we sense you'll be here;
we know that we shouldn't fret,
but we need some Christmas cheer...
You always brighten the time
with your giving heart and smile;
we hear by the clock's chirping chime,
you'll be arriving in a just a while...
So here's to you dear jolly one,
may your Christmas be cheerful, too;
we'll raise a glass before you run,
and toast 'Merry Christmas to You.'
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