Mirth as we see presents under the tree
Each child’s visage lit with expectant glee
Red stockings from the mantle hang
Ready for Santa to come down the chimney with a bang
Yet, something is missing
Could it be a sprig of mistletoe?
Hang it from the doorway, the perfect excuse for kissing
Relish the break from usual life
Ingest the occasional gingerbread man
Sing all the carols you can
Take a moment to give
Money to those without
And don’t forget to leave the big man something sweet
Santa’s request really isn’t that steep
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My friends that is a lie
Two words are missing
Oh were could they be?