A good time is coming, I wish it were here,
The very best time In the whole of the year;
I'm counting each day On my fingers and thumbs-
The weeks that must pass Before Santa Claus comes.
Then when the first snowflakes Begin to come down,
And the wind whistles sharp And the branches are brown,
I'll not mind the cold, Though my fingers it numbs,
For it brings the time nearer When Santa Claus comes.
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Santa Claus will soon be here.
It's time to sing and cheer!
Hold your grandchildren near and read these
Santa Claus poems to those you call Dear .
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