Santa is Dying

There was a man long after Christmas Day

Who asked for just one toy

All he wanted was a way

To spread the world with joy

He has spent all of his money, lost all of his friends

And he cannot find a job

His whole life worth lies in a can

And it’s the locals call him Bob

It doesn’t matter how he lives

On at 15¢ a day

This week was cold and the trash was bad

And cops took his bed away

And on his last hour he remembered

Exactly who he was

He was the man in the big Red suit

You once called Santa Claus

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