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Red Suit Santa
'Twas the night before
Christmas, when all
through the house
Not a creature was
stirring, not even a
mouse
The stockings were
hung by the chimney
with care,
In hopes that St.
Nicholas soon would
be there
Christmas, when all
through the house
Not a creature was
stirring, not even a
mouse
The stockings were
hung by the chimney
with care,
In hopes that St.
Nicholas soon would
be there
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