I wake up on Christmas morning
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Bright and early to catch the morning glow
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See the pretty flakes out the window
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All the trees are covered in snow
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And then it came
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My greatest fear
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Coal instead of candy in my stocking this year
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I said please and I said thank you
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I made him milk and cookies
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wrote him letters
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sent pictures
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Santa even wrote back
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For all the bad things I'm sorry
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Don't forget about my chrismas tree
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I thought I was a good girl
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So why doesn't santa like me
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Like me (X3)
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I didn't rip my sister's diary
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When I took it for show and tell at school
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And my brother has recovered
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For the time he took the romote control
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So on your good list
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There better be my name
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or else my Christmas this year just won't be the same
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I said please and I said thank you
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I made him milk and cookies
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Wrote him letters
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Sent pictures
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And Santa even wrote back
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For all the bad things I'm sorry
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Don't forget about my Christmas tree
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I thought I was I was a good girl
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So why doesn't Santa like me
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Like me (X3)
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The stocking fell over
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and out poured all the goodies
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there was candy and a CD
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my black coal was a teddy,
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so I stood there in amazment
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and I named him Mr. Buckles
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and I feel like such a good girl
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now I know that Santa likes me
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Likes me (X3)
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Why Doesn't Santa Like Me
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| Skye Sweetnam |
