Tannywheeler-dealer I've got you in my sights Your Santa is thinking of you Through all the days and nights S/he's assigned me to follow your trail The old Chisholm, or Yellow Brick, or the Garden Path To shower you with endless good wishes--you do the math. You can run but you can't hide, Good thoughts and happy tidings are heading your way, From me to you, from continents near and far, from you-know-who With sentiments from sublime to fey. You Secret Santa's--and your-- faithful servant
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