I USED TO BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS
I used to believe in Santa Claus,
When there was snow on the ground,
When stars shone bright at night,
and people came from all around.
I used to believe in Santa Claus
and Rudolph with his nose so red,
When I dreamed of flying through the sky
whilst fast asleep in my bed.
I used to believe in Santa Claus
bringing gifts and good will to all,
when stockings were full of presents
and Carol singers used to call.
I used to believe in Santa Claus
just like everyone else did,
a figment of my imagination,
when I was just a kid.
I wish I could still believe!!!!!
By
Alan Weston
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