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The Great Santa

2012-12-05T19:56:56Z

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===Verse 1===

The season of Christmas is here once again 
Or at least, nearly so, now Advent's gone round 
The young ones have handled their pink and white candles 
And presents and pudding shall both soon abound 

Surely Santa is coming at last! 
Surely his great revelation's at hand 
He'll fly on a sleigh without aught of delay 
To satisfy children's material demands 

===Verse 2===

Yes, see how he rides on an eight-legged steed 
From a desolate wasteland where no one has been 
He carries a list, and all good little Christians 
Should pray that their names are written therein 

He knows who is good and he knows who is not 
For Santa's good gifts are for only the good 
And lasses and lads who are naughty and bad 
Their sole recompense shall be fire and blood 

===Bridge===

Holy Bishop Nicholas 
Went down to Nicaea 
Punched the heretic 
Gave him diarrhea

Caught up as a god 
To the highest heaven 
Realm of snow and ice 
His to rule was given

===Verse 3===

The judgment which Santa delivers is cruel 
The breath from his nostrils a northerly storm 
The beard on his chin with oil shall drip: 
His holy anointment this task to perform 

Day of wrath! O mourn for the wicked! 
What evils await them on Christmas morn? 
And what rough beast from out of the east 
Slouches to Bethlehem now to be born?

The Great Santa

2012-12-05T19:55:36Z

173.206.77.28: /* Bridge */

===Verse 1===

The season of Christmas is here once again 
Or at least, nearly so, now Advent's gone round 
The young ones have handled their pink and white candles 
And presents and pudding shall both soon abound 

Surely Santa is coming at last! 
Surely his great revelation's at hand 
He'll fly on a sleigh without aught of delay 
To satisfy children's material demands 

===Verse 2===

Yes, see how he rides on an eight-legged steed 
From a desolate wasteland where no one has been 
He carries a list, and all good little Christians 
Should pray that their names are written therein 

He knows who is good and he knows who is not 
For Santa's good gifts are for only the good 
And lasses and lads who are naughty and bad 
Their sole recompense shall be fire and blood 

===Bridge===

Holy Bishop Nicholas 
Went down to Nicaea 
Punched the heretic 
Gave him diarrhea

Caught up as a god 
To Asgardian heaven 
Realm of snow and ice 
His to rule was given

===Verse 3===

The judgment which Santa delivers is cruel 
The breath from his nostrils a northerly storm 
The beard on his chin with oil shall drip: 
His holy anointment this task to perform 

Day of wrath! O mourn for the wicked! 
What evils await them on Christmas morn? 
And what rough beast from out of the east 
Slouches to Bethlehem now to be born?

The Great Santa

2012-12-05T19:41:52Z

173.206.77.28: /* Bridge */

===Verse 1===

The season of Christmas is here once again 
Or at least, nearly so, now Advent's gone round 
The young ones have handled their pink and white candles 
And presents and pudding shall both soon abound 

Surely Santa is coming at last! 
Surely his great revelation's at hand 
He'll fly on a sleigh without aught of delay 
To satisfy children's material demands 

===Verse 2===

Yes, see how he rides on an eight-legged steed 
From a desolate wasteland where no one has been 
He carries a list, and all good little Christians 
Should pray that their names are written therein 

He knows who is good and he knows who is not 
For Santa's good gifts are for only the good 
And lasses and lads who are naughty and bad 
Their sole recompense shall be fire and blood 

===Bridge===

Holy Bishop Nicholas 
Went down to Nicaea 
Punched the heretic 
Gave him diarrhea

Caught up as a god 
To the seventh heaven 
Realm of snow and ice 
His to rule was given

===Verse 3===

The judgment which Santa delivers is cruel 
The breath from his nostrils a northerly storm 
The beard on his chin with oil shall drip: 
His holy anointment this task to perform 

Day of wrath! O mourn for the wicked! 
What evils await them on Christmas morn? 
And what rough beast from out of the east 
Slouches to Bethlehem now to be born?

The Great Santa

2012-12-05T19:41:42Z

173.206.77.28:

===Verse 1===

The season of Christmas is here once again 
Or at least, nearly so, now Advent's gone round 
The young ones have handled their pink and white candles 
And presents and pudding shall both soon abound 

Surely Santa is coming at last! 
Surely his great revelation's at hand 
He'll fly on a sleigh without aught of delay 
To satisfy children's material demands 

===Verse 2===

Yes, see how he rides on an eight-legged steed 
From a desolate wasteland where no one has been 
He carries a list, and all good little Christians 
Should pray that their names are written therein 

He knows who is good and he knows who is not 
For Santa's good gifts are for only the good 
And lasses and lads who are naughty and bad 
Their sole recompense shall be fire and blood 

===Bridge===

Holy Bishop Nicholas 
Went down to Nicaea 
Punched the heretic 
Gave him diarrhea

Caught up as a god 
To the seventh heaven 
Realm of snow and ice 
His to rule was given

===Verse 3===

The judgment which Santa delivers is cruel 
The breath from his nostrils a northerly storm 
The beard on his chin with oil shall drip: 
His holy anointment this task to perform 

Day of wrath! O mourn for the wicked! 
What evils await them on Christmas morn? 
And what rough beast from out of the east 
Slouches to Bethlehem now to be born?

The Great Santa

2012-12-05T08:29:11Z

173.206.77.28: /* Verse 1 */

===Verse 1===

The season of Christmas is here once again 
Or at least, nearly so, now Advent's gone round 
The young ones have handled their pink and white candles 
And presents and pudding shall both soon abound 

Surely Santa is coming at last! 
Surely his great revelation's at hand 
He'll fly on a sleigh without aught of delay 
To satisfy children's material demands 

===Verse 2===

Yes, see how he rides on an eight-legged steed 
From a desolate wasteland where no one has been 
He carries a list, and all good little Christians 
Should pray that their names are written therein 

He knows who is good and he knows who is not 
For Santa's good gifts are for only the good 
And lasses and lads who are naughty and bad 
Their sole recompense shall be fire and blood 

===Verse 3===

The judgment which Santa delivers is cruel 
The breath from his nostrils a northerly storm 
The beard on his chin with oil shall drip: 
His holy anointment this task to perform 

Day of wrath! O mourn for the wicked! 
What evils await them on Christmas morn? 
And what rough beast from out of the east 
Slouches to Bethlehem now to be born?

The Great Santa

2012-12-05T08:24:30Z

173.206.77.28: /* Verse 1 */

===Verse 1===

The season of Christmas is here once again 
Or at least, nearly so, once Advent is through 
The young ones have handled their pink and white candles 
And wonderful presents and pudding be soon 

Surely Santa is coming at last! 
Surely his great revelation's at hand 
He'll fly on a sleigh without aught of delay 
To satisfy children's material demands 

===Verse 2===

Yes, see how he rides on an eight-legged steed 
From a desolate wasteland where no one has been 
He carries a list, and all good little Christians 
Should pray that their names are written therein 

He knows who is good and he knows who is not 
For Santa's good gifts are for only the good 
And lasses and lads who are naughty and bad 
Their sole recompense shall be fire and blood 

===Verse 3===

The judgment which Santa delivers is cruel 
The breath from his nostrils a northerly storm 
The beard on his chin with oil shall drip: 
His holy anointment this task to perform 

Day of wrath! O mourn for the wicked! 
What evils await them on Christmas morn? 
And what rough beast from out of the east 
Slouches to Bethlehem now to be born?

The Great Santa

2012-12-02T23:12:45Z

173.206.77.28:

Christmas time is here again 
Or nearly so, once Advent's through 
The young ones have handled their pink and white candles 
And wonderful presents and pudding are soon 

Surely Santa is coming at last! 
Surely his revelation's at hand 
He'll fly on a sleigh without delay 
To satisfy children's material demands 

Yes, see how he rides on an eight-legged steed 
From a desolate wasteland where no one has been 
He carries a list, and all good little Christians 
Should pray that their names are written therein 

He knows who is good and he knows who is not 
For Santa's good gifts are for only the good 
And lasses and lads who are naughty and bad 
Their sole recompense shall be fire and blood 

The judgment which Santa delivers is cruel 
The breath from his nostrils a northerly storm 
The beard on his chin with oil shall drip: 
A solemn anointment this task to perform 

Day of wrath! O mourn for the wicked! 
What evils await them on Christmas morn? 
And what rough beast from out of the east 
Slouches to Bethlehem to be born?

The Great Santa

2012-12-02T23:12:30Z

173.206.77.28:

Christmas time is here again 
Or nearly so, once Advent's through 
The young ones have handled their pink and white candles 
And wonderful presents and pudding are soon 

Surely Santa is coming at last! 
Surely his revelation's at hand 
He'll fly on a sleigh without delay 
To satisfy children's material demands 

Yes, see how he rides on an eight-legged steed 
From a desolate wasteland where no one has been 
He carries a list, and all good little Christians 
Should pray that their names are written therein 

He knows who is good and he knows who is not 
For Santa's good gifts are for only the good 
And lasses and lads who are naughty and bad 
Their sole recompense shall be fire and blood 

The judgment which Santa delivers is cruel 
The breath from his nostrils a northerly storm 
The beard on his chin with oil shall drip: 
A solemn anointment this task to perform 

Day of wrath, O mourn for the wicked! 
What evils await them on Christmas morn? 
And what rough beast from out of the east 
Slouches to Bethlehem to be born?

The Great Santa

2012-12-02T22:53:25Z

173.206.77.28:

Christmas time is here again 
Or nearly so, once Advent's through 
The young ones have handled their pink and white candles 
And wonderful presents and pudding are soon 

Surely Santa is coming at last! 
Surely his revelation's at hand 
He'll fly on a sleigh without delay 
To satisfy children's material demands 

Yes, see how he rides on an eight-legged steed 
From a desolate wasteland where no one has been 
He carries a list, and all good little Christians 
Should pray that their names are written therein 

He knows who is good and he knows who is not 
For Santa's good gifts are for only the good 
And lasses and lads who are naughty and bad 
Their sole recompense shall be fire and blood 

The judgment which Santa delivers is cruel 
The breath from his nostrils a northerly storm 
The beard on his chin with oil shall drip: 
A solemn anointment this task to perform 

Day of wrath, O day of mourning! 
When for the wicked comes Christmas morn! 
And what rough beast, its hour now come 
Crawls to Bethlehem to be born?

The Great Santa

2012-12-02T22:47:50Z

173.206.77.28:

Christmas time is here again 
Or nearly so, once Advent's through 
The young ones have handled their pink and white candles 
And wonderful presents and pudding are soon 

Surely Santa is coming at last! 
Surely his revelation's at hand 
He'll fly on a sleigh without delay 
To satisfy children's material demands 

Yes, see how he rides on an eight-legged steed 
From a desolate wasteland where no one has been 
He carries a list, and all good little Christians 
Should pray that their names are written therein 

He knows who's holy and who is not 
For Santa's good gifts are for only the good 
And lasses and lads who are naughty and bad 
Their sole recompense shall be fire and blood 

The judgment which Santa delivers is cruel 
The breath from his nostrils a northerly storm 
The beard on his chin with oil shall drip: 
A solemn anointment this task to perform 

Day of wrath, O day of mourning! 
When for the wicked comes Christmas morn! 
And what rough beast, its hour now come 
Crawls to Bethlehem to be born?

The Great Santa

2012-12-02T22:47:16Z

173.206.77.28:

Christmas time is here again 
Or nearly so, once Advent's through 
The young ones have handled their pink and white candles 
And wonderful presents and pudding are soon 

Surely Santa is coming at last! 
Surely his revelation's at hand 
He'll fly on a sleigh without delay 
To satisfy children's material demands 

Yes, see he rides on an eight-legged steed 
From a desolate wasteland where no one has been 
He carries a list, and all good little Christians 
Should pray that their names are written therein 

He knows who's holy and who is not 
For Santa's good gifts are for only the good 
And lasses and lads who are naughty and bad 
Their sole recompense shall be fire and blood 

The judgment which Santa delivers is cruel 
The breath from his nostrils a northerly storm 
The beard on his chin with oil shall drip: 
A solemn anointment this task to perform 

Day of wrath, O day of mourning! 
When for the wicked comes Christmas morn! 
And what rough beast, its hour now come 
Crawls to Bethlehem to be born?

The Great Santa

2012-12-02T22:28:55Z

173.206.77.28:

Christmas time is here again 
Or nearly so, once Advent's through 
The young ones have handled their pink and white candles 
And wonderful presents and pudding are soon 

Surely Santa is coming at last! 
Surely his revelation's at hand 
He'll fly on a sleigh without delay 
To satisfy children's material demands 

Yes, see he rides upon a pale horse 
From a desolate wasteland where no one has been 
He carries a list, and all good little Christians 
Should pray that their names are written therein 

He knows who's holy and who is not 
For Santa's good gifts are for only the good 
And lasses and lads who are naughty and bad 
Their sole recompense shall be fire and blood 

The judgment which Santa delivers is cruel

Day of wrath, O day of mourning! 
When for the wicked comes Christmas morn! 
And what rough beast, its hour now come 
Crawls to Bethlehem to be born?

The Great Santa

2012-12-02T22:05:54Z

173.206.77.28:

Christmas time is here again 
Or nearly so, once Advent's through
We've had it with handling these violet candles
Presents and pudding,

Surely Santa is coming at last!
Surely his revelation's at hand
He'll fly on a sleigh without delay
To satisfy children's material demands

There is only one Santa who lives at the Pole
Not three Father Christmases, not even two
He's making a list of all good Christian
For he cognizant of all you do

He knows who is holy and who
For Santa's gifts are for only the good

And what rough beast, its hour now come
Crawls to Bethlehem to be born?

The Great Santa

2012-12-02T22:05:41Z

173.206.77.28: Created page with "Christmas time is here again Or nearly so, once Advent's through We've had it with handling these violet candles Presents and pudding, Surely Santa is coming at last! Sur..."

Christmas time is here again 
Or nearly so, once Advent's through
We've had it with handling these violet candles
Presents and pudding,

Surely Santa is coming at last!
Surely his revelation's at hand
He'll fly on a sleigh without delay
To satisfy children's material demands

There is only one Santa who lives at the Pole
Not three Father Christmases, not even two
He's making a list of all good Christian
For he cognizant of all you do

He knows who is holy and who
For Santa's gifts are for only the good

And what rough beast, its hour now come
Crawls to Bethlehem to be born?