The children are nestled all snug in their bed, Santa’s outside, he’s full of dread. The old elf’s been working hard all night, Inside awaiting, it’s the same old blight. Milk and cookies, usually they’re stale. Won’t someone leave him ...
The children are nestled all snug in their bed, Santa’s outside, he’s full of dread. The old elf’s been working hard all night, Inside awaiting, it’s the same old blight. Milk and cookies, usually they’re stale. Won’t someone leave him ...