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Who comes this way so blithe and gay, upon a merry Christmas Day?
So merrily, so cheerily, with his peaked hat and his reindeer sleigh,
With pretty toys for girls and boys, as pretty as you e'er did see?
O, this is Santa Claus's man, Kris Kringle with his Christmas tree.
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho,
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho,
And jingle, jingle, jing-a-jing-a-jing,
Right merry shall you be,
And jingle, jingle, he comes this way,
He comes with a Christmas tree,
And welcome, welcome, welcome Kris,
Right welcome shall you be,
Oh here he is, yes, yes, he is,
'Tis Kris with a Christmas tree,
The Christmas tree, the Christmas tree,
The Christmas tree, the Christmas tree.
The sleigh bells ring with a merry ching, as o'er the roofs the reindeer swing,
Gee up! Gee ho! How swift they go, over the ice and the drifts of snow.
For he must call on one and all, his master's pretty pets you see,
O, this is Santa Claus's man, Kris Kringle with his Christmas tree.
With cakes and plums, trumpets and drums, and lots of pretty things he comes,
So now be quick, your places take, and all a merry circle make,
For now he's here he'll soon appear, and his jolly face you'll see,
O, welcome Santa Claus's man, Kris Kringle with his Christmas tree.
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