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It seems that Santa
Has lost his way No presents, no candy For us today. Mom said they had money To spend on the kids And yells of dad’s drinking That’s all that he did. We know no different Our poor weary eyes Sleep only comes From the tears that we’ve cried. We wake up on Christmas To find no one home Seems mom has left dad Now we’re all on our own. It seems that Santa Has lost his way For a happy family Was all I did pray.
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