It’s cold outside and snowing.
Santa’s s coming.
His red coat is hoary,
It’s cold outside and snowing.
Santa’s s coming.
His red coat is hoary,
His boots ar shiny.
His beard is white like the snow,
Hi is barley hath his bags.
It certainly has arrived
With him the love inside.
He shares whats in his bags,
An his sledge will fly away.
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