Smiles. Two more then I have probably exhausted my repetoire.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, every where you look,
From the Banker down the street, to the baker handing out treats
even for that guy there, being robbed by a local thief.
It's beginning to smell a lot like Christmas
from every shop I pass,
But the sweetest fragrance yet, is not one I will bet
is from our cars, exhaust gas.
And so on............
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Frosty the Snowman
wasn't doing well this year;
selling sweet "snowcones"
to those stuck at home
in the North Country, I hear
Frosty the Snowman
lived a fairytale life I'd say
but decided to go where the snow don't blow
saying "I may be back one day."
It might have been the ice on his chin
or a cousin deep in the south
but when old frosty set his mind
he said "I'm getting out"
Now Frosty the Snowman
is "alive" as he can be
as he relaxes with tall, cool drink,
underneath a large Palm tree
2007-12-22
04:17:22
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