Mr. Claus,
A jolly big fellow,
A beard of white,
His heart-so mellow.
Wears a red coat,
The blackest of boots,
A buckled belt,
Happiness he salutes.
Rides a sleigh,
Filled with gifts,
Holds on tight,
As it lifts.
Down the chimneys,
Delivers the treats,
It takes all night,
For him to complete.
When morning comes,
He's back at the pole,
Waiting for next year,
To repeat his role.
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