They say he's a lie,
They say he's fake,
They say all this with one big sigh,
But I know he's real,
I know he lives in the north,
Where there are candy cane trees ready to be licked,
This is the home of old saint Nick,
Reindeer fly,
Elves make toys,
And if I'm good,
I'll have a christmas full of joy
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