Who’s that knocking at my front door
What do you think he’s looking for
He is all dressed in red and white
Looks like he has been up all night,
Can you guess what has brought him here
It must be all that Christmas cheer
Well let him in we have no choice
It’s time to hear his merry voice !
There was a stranger that I’d met
I’ve often found hard to forget
A chubby chap with ruddy cheek
Whose laughing eyes through glasses peeked.
His outfit of bright red and white
Somehow escaped true fashion’s height
His wide black belt was extra length
His speech displayed great vocal strength.
I knew we’d met some place before
Perhaps in Macy’s New York store
Now that was long ago I’d bet
Some images you can’t forget !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 