The Year Without a Santa Claus
I'm Mister Green Christmas
I'm Mister Sun
I'm Mister Heat Blister
I'm Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I'm too much!
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
"I'b cuuuuuute! She said I'b cuuuuuuute!"
How the Grinch Stole Christmas
And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?
It came without ribbons. It came without tags.
It came without packages, boxes or bags.
And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before.
What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store.
What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.
Santa Claus is Comin' to Town
Burgermeister Meisterburger: "I hate toys! And toys hate me! Either they are going or I am going and I definitely am not going!"
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