Well, I'm making out my list For ole St. Nick tonight But I'm afraid what I want this year Can't be had
But Santa, he's the kind When he makes up his mind Wishes can come true And I bet my Christmas stockin' If my wish don't come knockin' He's gonna be blue
So baby, come home If you don't wanna see Santa Claus cry He can't see where he's going when it's snowing If there's tears in his eyes
And don't you know his ho ho ho will be A sad, sad sigh So baby, come back to me If you don't wanna see Santa Claus cry
And don't you know his ho ho ho will be A sad, sad sigh So baby, come home to me If you don't wanna see Santa Claus cry
Yeah, baby, come back to me If you don't wanna see Santa Claus cry
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