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Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas, Barnaby.
Ho, ho, ho. I hope you experience an explosion on this Christmas Eve.
This new sleigh must be really fun.
Yes, Santa, this is the most fun What I've ever experienced at all Christmas.
Days to remember.
Say, Santa, it's finished by delivering all the presents
for all good children in the world?
All completed, and in a short time.
Where do we go now, Santa?
I hope there is more pleasure that can be obtained.
Hehehe. Ho, ho, ho. You are right, Barnaby.
There is a ton of more fun you can get.
The day isn't over yet.
We returned home to celebrate this Christmas with our dear friends.
Did you say we will have a party, Santa?
That would be really amazing.
Hehe. Ho, ho.
This will be an amazing Christmas party.
There will be storytellers and dancing and music and singing together.
Ho, ho, ho.
That sounds like that a nice time, Santa.
Very pleasant time.
Now what are we waiting for?
Going to our celebration is gone.
Ho, ho, ho.
Ho, we succeeded. Ho, ho.
And the party is running smoothly.
Swinging and ringing.
Hey, look there.
This is my best friend, Jimmy the Gingerbread Man.
Oh, he experienced time in his life,
dancin & apos; leave.
Merry Christmas, Jimmy,
and happy New Year.
Whoa. I never knew Jimmy is a great dancer.
All right, check, Barnaby.
That's our friend, Alfie the Elf, dancing to Merry Macarena.
Dance and ring New Year away.
Merry Christmas, Alfie, and happy New Year.
Now, what you know, it's the coolest dancer in the North Pole.
Hey, it's Nutty the Nutcracker.
He's crazy and crazy, but what a dancer.
Merry Christmas, Nutty, and Happy New Year for you.
Hey, look there.
That's the slinky baby Squirrel dancing squirrel storm.
Ho, ho, ho.
Selamat Natal, Slinky.
Aww, cute Slinky.
Hey, Barnaby, what are you saying,
we go and listen to for an amazing Christmas story?
Who will tell us?
I have an idea.
Let's go see Horace the Horse.
He's a great storyteller,
and he will tell us an amazing Christmas story.
Let's go.
Hey, Horace, we are here to listen to for a great Christmas story.
Yes, we heard You are an extraordinary storyteller.
Will you tell us one?
My pleasure, Santa and Barnaby.
I have an amazing story. Here's how.
Two small children are sitting fire on a winter night.
At the same time they heard a shy knock on the door.
And one ran to open it.
There, outside cold and darkness,
standing a child without shoes on his feet
and wrapped in thin, tattered clothes.
He shivered in the cold,
and he asks to enter and warm himself.
"Yes, come on," exclaimed the two children.
"You will have our place by fire. Please enter."
They attract those little foreigners to their warm chairs and share their dinner with him, and give him their bed when they sleep on a hard bench.
At night they are awakened by sweet music and, looking out, they saw a group of children
in clothes that shine close to the house.
They are playing on the golden harp,
and the air is full of melody.
Suddenly the Foreign People stand in front of them,
no longer cold and ragged, but wrapped in silvery light.
His soft voice said, "I am cold, and you bring me in.
" I am hungry, and you feed Me.
"I'm tired, and you give me your bed.
" I am the Son of Christ, roaming the world
"to bring peace and happiness to all good children.
As you have given me, so hopefully this tree every year gives you rich fruit."
So let's say, He damaged the branch of the pine that grew near the door,
and He planted it to the ground and disappeared.
But the branch grows into a large tree,
and every year it is very beautiful gold fruit for kind children.
Thank you for the amazing story, Horace.
Have a nice Christmas. Ho, ho, ho.
See you later, Horace. Goodbye.
Ho, ho, ho. Look there.
Benny the Beaver,
have time in his life,
kicking the webbed feet.
Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas, Benny.
Ho, ho, ho.
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ΓΓ I see a pretty face is looking at me Γ¬¬¬
ΓÖ ¬ Going up to me, towards me ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ Oh, she has a sweet smile so I asked her name ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ Oh, we have to talk & apos; says he feels the same way ΓÖ¬
¬ ¬ He feels the same way, he feels the same way ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ Oh, every time I see it Imma does my thing ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ Armadillo rinkety tang ΓÖ¬
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ΓÖ¬ Oh, what he wants to be ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ This is what he wants to be ΓÖ¬
ΓΓ He cooked chicken for us With ΓÖ¬ tea jug
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- ΓÖ¬ Oh, oh ΓÖ¬ - Γ ¬ A jug of tea ¬ ¬ ¬
Γ ¬ I am grateful for that day he moved from the door of my room Γ¬
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ΓÖ¬ Oh, every time I see it Imma does my thing ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ Every time I see it Imma does my thing ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ Oh, every time I see it Imma does my thing ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ Armadillo rinkety tang ΓÖ¬
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¬ ¬ Havin saya my tea, enjoy my tea Γ¬
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ΓÖ ¬ Going up to me, towards me ΓÖ¬
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- ΓÖ¬ Oh, oh ΓÖ¬ - Γ ¬ A tea jug Γ ¬ ¬
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ΓÖ¬ Every time I see it Imma does my thing ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ Oh, every time I see it Imma does my thing ΓÖ¬
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Isn't Benny the Beaver a great dancer?
I told you he.
Total party animals.
If you forgive me, Santa.
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!
Okay, let's go.
I heard the party was hot with a honeycomb.
Bzzz. I hear a buzz. Have fun.
Who can but Betty the Bee?
Ho, he dances all day.
Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas, Betty.
ΓÖ¬ Yes ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ ¬ Yes ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ Yes ΓÖ¬
Buzz ¬ Buzz Buzz to ¬ ¬ left
Γ ¬¬ And buzz to the right ¬¬
Γ ¬ Perform a nest dance and have a reverberation time ΓÖ¬
Look, there, Barnaby.
Who goes there?
That's Danny Duck, takes time.
Look at the duck's feet go away.
Ho, ho, ho.
Merry Christmas, Danny.
I think I know where is the most extraordinary dancer
of all the performance times today.
Rudolph the Rabbit is stepping on them big rabbit feet into a cool tone.
Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas, Rudolph.
Say, Barnaby, I'm in the mood for a good Christmas story.
Oh yeah, me too.
Who will tell us a great story, Santa?
I know only ruminants can tell the most amazing stories.
Who is that?
Let's see Silky the Christmas Cow.
Silky the Christmas Cow?
I love him. He is the best storyteller in the world.
Ho, ho, ho. Indeed.
Ho, ho, ho.
Hi, Silky.
Santa, do I have a story for you.
It's nice to hear that, Silky.
What story will happen?
What about one of my favorites?
This is called "Three Kings" and it goes like this...
Three kings come riding horses from afar.
Melchior and Gaspar and Balthazar.
Three wise men from the East are them,
and they travel at night and they sleep during the day,
for guides they are beautiful, beautiful stars.
The star is very beautiful, big, and clear,
that all other stars in the sky become white fog in the atmosphere,
and with this they know that the arrival is near
from the Prince predicted in prophecy.
The three trash cans they wear above their saddle bow,
three milestones of gold with gold keys,
their robes dark red silk,
with rows of and pomegranate bells and furbelows,
Their turbans like almond trees bloom.
And so the Three Kings rise to the West,
through nightfall, on the hill and dell,
and sometimes they nodded with a beard in the breast
and sometimes speaking, when they stop to rest,
with the people they met on several sides well.
"From children born," said Balthazar,
"Good people, I pray for you, tell us the news,
" Because we in the East have seen the stars, and have rode fast, and have rode away,
"to seek and worship the King of Jews."
And the people answered, "You ask carelessly,
we don't know the king but Herod the Great."
They think wise people are crazy men,
when they spur their horses across the plains,
like a driver in a hurry who can't wait.
And when they arrived in Jerusalem, Herod the Great, who had heard this
sent to Wise People and questioning it,
and said, "Go down to Bethlehem,
and bring me news this new king."
So they leave, and the star stands still,
the only one in gray morning,
however, it stops, it's silent own free will,
right over Bethlehem on the hill, the city of David, where Christ was born.
And the Three Kings passed him gates and guards,
through a quiet road, until their horses turn and neigh
when they enter great lodging page,
but the windows are closed and the doors are prohibited,
and only a light in the burning cage.
And lulled there in scented straw,
in the air that is made sweet by breathing,
the child in the lying manger,
that child, it will be king someday a kingdom not human but divine.
His mother, Mary of Nazareth, sits watching beside his resting place,
keep an eye on even flow breath,
for the pleasure of life and terror of death
mixed with on his chest.
They put their offerings on their feet,
gold is their award to a king,
incense, with sweet smell,
is for the Imam, Paraclete,
Mur to bury the body.
And the mother wondered and lowered her head,
and sit quietly as a stone statue,
his heart is disturbed Not entertained yet,
remember what the Angel said the endless government and David's throne.
Then the Kings rode from the city gate,
with the clash of nails in a proud array,
but they did not return to Herod Agung,
because they know the crime and are afraid of their hatred,
and return to their house in another way.
Thank you, Silky. That's amazing Christmas story, if I ever heard it.
That's true.
Ho, ho, ho. Let's go.
Hey, that's Parrot Pete.
He knows the way for more to be had.
Let's follow him. Flying high, flying low, Parrot Pete, we are right with you.
Hey, hey look there, Barnaby.
This is the Christmas Sheep that just jumps off their little nails. Ho, ho, ho.
Don't be too sleepy now, Christmas Sheep.
There are still more parties you can get. Ha ha ha.
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butterfly ΓÖ¬ I see father in your eyes Γ¬¬¬
ΓÖ¬ Every day your smile is my gift ΓÖ¬
Γ¬ Daddy in your eyes Γ¬¬¬
ΓÖ¬ This gives me the ΓÖ¬
butterfly ΓÖ¬ I see father in your eyes Γ¬¬¬
ΓÖ¬ Every day your smile Is my gift ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ When I look into your eyes ΓÖ¬
ΓΓ¬ Your smile is my sunrise ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ You're an apple Father's eyes ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ And I still can't believe it I hope we close it ΓÖ¬
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butterfly ΓÖ¬ I see father in your eyes Γ¬¬¬
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ΓÖ¬ This gives me the ΓÖ¬
butterfly ΓÖ¬ I see father in your eyes Γ¬¬¬
ΓÖ¬ Every day your smile is my gift ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ ¬ You came to this world ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ Beautiful and pearl-like ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ I love you more than You will never know ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ And I hope I can pro parents ΓÖ¬
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For all caroling monkeys in the North Pole,
it's Chubby the Chimp dances the Jingle Jungle dance.
I see a banana, he's a superstar.
Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas, Chubby.
ΓÖ¬ Oh, Senor Don Gato is a cat ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ On the high red roof Don Gato sits ΓÖ¬
Γ ¬ He was there to read a letter, meow, meow, meow ΓÖ¬
Γ ¬ ¬ Where the reading lights are better, meow, meow, meow ΓÖ¬
ΓΓ¬ It is a love note for Don Gato ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ "I admire you" wrote mistress of the cat ΓÖ¬
¬ ¬ Who is hairy, white and ¬ ¬ good and fat ΓΓ There are no sweeter cats meow, meow, meow ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ In countries or cities meow, meow, meow ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ And he said he married Don Gato ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ Oh, Senor Don Gato jumped happily ΓÖ¬
Γ ¬ He fell from the roof and broke his knee ΓÖ¬
Γ ¬ Damaging his ribs and all of his sideburns meow, meow, meow ΓÖ¬
ΓΓ¬ And the small solar plexus meow, meow, meow ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ "Ay caramba!" Don Gato ΓÖ¬
shouted ΓÖ¬ All doctors they came on the road ΓÖ¬
Γ ¬ Only to see if something can be done ΓÖ¬
ΓΓ¬ And they hold consultations meow, meow, meow ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ About how to save it patiently meow, meow, meow ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ How to save Senor Don Gato ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ But apart from everything they tried ΓÖ¬
Poor ¬ Poor Senor Don Gato and die ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ No, it's not too festive meow, meow, meow ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ Go to graves meow, meow, meow ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ For the end of Don Gato ΓÖ¬
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Γ ¬ ¬ Like the smell of fish is in the air ¬¬
ΓΓ¬ Although the funeral is scheduled for meow, meow, meow ΓÖ¬
ΓΓ¬ He became re-animated meow, meow, meow ΓÖ¬
ΓΓ¬ He lives again Don Gato ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ That is the story of Don Gato ΓÖ¬
Hey, look there.
That is none other than...
Camillia the Crocodile tiptoeing its tail.
Γ¬¬ Sing sixpence song ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ A pocket full of rye ΓÖ¬
ΓΓ¬ Four and twenty black birds ΓÖ¬
Γ ¬ Baked in pie Γ ¬ ¬
ΓÖ¬ When the pie is opened ¬ ¬
ΓΓ¬ Birds start singing ΓÖ¬
Γ ¬ ¬ Isn't that a delicious dish to set before the king ΓÖ¬
ΓΓ¬ The king in his counting house ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ ¬ Counting all the money uangÖ¬
ΓΓ¬ Queen is in the living room ΓÖ¬
akan Eat bread and honey ΓÖ¬
ΓΓ¬ The helper on page ΓÖ¬
Γ ¬ Hanging clothes Γ¬¬
Γ ¬ ¬ Together with a black bird and pecking its nose ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ Ah, ah, ah, oh, no ΓÖ¬
Γ¬¬ Sing sixpence song ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ A pocket full of rye ΓÖ¬
ΓΓ¬ Four and twenty black birds ΓÖ¬
Γ ¬ Baked in pie Γ ¬ ¬
ΓÖ¬ When the pie is opened ¬ ¬
ΓΓ¬ Birds start singing ΓÖ¬
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Barnaby, I think I saw Gary Giftbox doing a hula vacation.
He has a good time.
Say, Barnaby, do you know what? I'm in the mood for?
What, Santa?
Great Christmas story to get me in a holiday atmosphere.
Me too. Who will tell us?
What about our dear friend Frosty the Donkey,
who lives with the old one Bubbling Mill Creek?
That's a good idea, Santa.
He's the weirdest storyteller ever.
Ho, ho, ho, let's go.
Hey, hey, Frosty.
What if you told us one of you a beautiful Christmas story?
Yes, that's great.
By all means, friend, I'm sure I have a story for you.
This is how it starts.
Piccola lives in Italy,
where oranges grow, and where all years of the sun shine warm and bright.
I think you think Piccola is a very weird name for a little girl,
but in the country it's not strange at all,
and his mother thought about it the sweetest name a little girl has ever had.
Piccola doesn't have a good father, no brother or sister,
and no sweet baby to play with and love.
He and his mother live alone in an old stone house
which looks dark, narrow road.
They are very poor, and their mother is far from home almost every day,
wash clothes and rub the floor,
and work hard to make money for her little girl and herself.
So you see, Piccola is alone a lot of time.
And if he hasn't become a very happy and satisfied child,
I almost don't know what he will do.
He doesn't have toys except a rock in the backyard what he uses to build a house
and a very old doll, very tattered that she Mother has found on the road one day.
But there is a small round hole inside the stone wall behind the page,
and his biggest pleasure is seeing through it to his neighbor's garden.
When he stands on the rock, and close his eyes to the hole,
he can see green grass in the park,
and smell sweet flowers,
and even heard the water splashing into the fountain.
He has never seen it anyone walking in the garden,
for that belongs to to an old man
who doesn't care about grass and flowers.
One day in the fall his mother told him that the old man had left,
and has rented his house to a house family of small American children,
who came with their sick mother to spend the winter in Italy.
After this, Piccola is never empty,
all day the children run and play and dance and sing in the park.
It's been a few weeks before they see it at all,
and I'm not sure they've ever done it but one day their kitten escaped,
and chase after him they approach the wall
and see Piccola's black eyes looking for through a hole in the rock.
They're a little scared at first,
they don't talk to him,
but the next day he is there again,
and Rose, the oldest girl, climbed to the wall and talk to him for a while.
When children find that they don't have one to play with and are very lonely,
they talk to him every day, and often bring fruit and sweets,
and pass them hole in the wall.
One day they even pushed the kitten past.
But there are almost no holes big enough for him,
and he meowed and scratched and was very scared.
After that the little boy said he would ask his father
if the hole is not made bigger,
and then Piccola can enter and play with them.
The father has found it Mrs. Piccola is a good woman,
and the little girl sweet and kind,
so he is very happy to have it some broken stones
and opening is made for Piccola entrance.
How happy he is, and how happy the kids are
when he first stepped into the garden.
She wears her best dress, long, light-colored wool skirt and white waist.
His neck is round A strand of beads,
and on his feet small wooden shoes.
It will feel very strange to us, isn't that, wearing wooden shoes,
but Piccola and his mother never use anything else,
and never money to buy socks.
Piccola almost always runs barefoot,
like kittens and cats _ chickens and small ducks.
A good time they had that day,
and how happy Ms. Piccola is
that the little girl can be like that a fun and safe place to play
when he was away from work.
In December and coming, and little one Americans start talking about Christmas.
One day, when Piccola curly head and bright eyes come peek past hole in the wall,
they run towards him and help him enter,
and when they did, they all immediately asked for it
what he thought he would have for Christmas presents.
"Christmas gift," said Piccola.
"Why, what is that?"
Children look surprised by this,
and Rose said, rather seriously, "dear Piccola, don't you know what Christmas is?"
Oh, yes, Piccola knows it's happy day when baby Christ is born,
and he went to church for that day and heard beautiful singing,
and have seen the picture the Babe is lying in the manger,
with cattle and sheep sleeping around.
Oh, yes, he knows that everything is very good,
but what is that Christmas present?
Then the children start laughing and answer it together.
There is something like that a sound of the tongue
that he can only hear a few from the words now and then,
like "chimney," "Santa,"
"stockings," "deer,"
"Christmas Eve," "candy and toys."
Piccola puts his hand on his ear and says,
"Oh, I don't understand one word. Tell me, Rose."
Then Rose told him all about cheerful St. Claus,
with red cheeks and white beard and fur coat
and about the wildebeest and the sled full of toys.
"Every Christmas Eve," Rose said,
"He came down from the chimney, and filled all the good children's stockings,
" So, Piccola, you closed your stocking,
and who knows how beautiful Christmas is now you will find it when the morning comes. "
Of course Piccola thinks this is a fun plan,
and very happy to hear about it.
Then all the kids tell him every Christmas Eve they can remember,
and the prize they have,
so he goes home thinking is only a doll and circle
and balls and ribbons and marbles and carts and kites.
He told his mother about Santa,
and his mother seems to think which maybe he doesn't know
there is a little girl in that house,
and very likely he won't come at all.
But Piccola feels very confident _ Santa will remember it,
for the promised little friends to send a letter to the chimney to remind him.
Christmas Eve is finally coming.
Mrs. Piccola rushes home from her job.
They eat their small soup and bread, and immediately after sleeping,
time to get ready for Santa.
But, oh! Piccola remembers that for the first time the children told him he has to hang the stockings, and he has no, and so does his mother.
How sad, how sad it is.
Now Santa Claus will come, and may be angry because he could not find where to put presents.
Poor little girl stands near the fireplace,
and big tears begin to lower his cheeks.
At that time his mother called him, "Hurry up, Piccola, go to sleep."
What should he do? But he stopped crying, and tried to think,
and one day he remembered his wooden shoes,
and run away to get one of them.
He put it close to the chimney, and said to himself,
"Of course Santa will know for what it is.
" He will know I haven't any stockings,
so I gave him shoes instead. "
Then he went happily to his bed,
and fell asleep almost as fast as he experienced. With one leap he went out to the floor and ran towards the chimney.
The wooden shoes were lying where he left them,
but you never could, never guessed what's inside. does not mean to wake his mother,
but this surprise is more than anything little girl can stand but be quiet,
so he danced to the bed with shoes inside him hands, calling, "Mother, Mother! Look, look!
Look now Santa takes me!"
His mother raised her head and looked at the shoes.
"Why, Piccola," he said, "a little chimney lay face in your shoes?
Nice Santa to bring you a bird!"
"Good Santa, dear Santa Claus! Claus!" Exclaimed Piccola.
And he kissed his mother and kissed the bird and kissed the shoe,
and even kissing chimney, he was very happy.
When the birdling is released from the shoe,
they found that he didn't try to fly, only to jump around about the room.
And when they looked closer, they could see one of the wings was slightly injured.
But mom ties it carefully, so that it doesn't seem to make her sick,
and he is so gentle that he takes drink water from the cup,
and even eating crumbs and seeds out of Piccola's hands.
She is a proud little girl when she took her Christmas gift to show children in the Park.
They already have a lot of prizes, the doll can say "mama," a bright picture book,
train cars, piano toys,
but none of their toys live, like the Piccola bird.
They are just as happy as him, and Rose are chasing about the house
until he was found large rattan cage
belongs to the black bird him first.
He gives the cage to Piccola,
and swiftlets seem to make yourself enough at home at once,
and sitting on the perch blinking bright eyes on the children.
Rose has saved a bag of candy for Piccola.
And then he finally came home,
with a cage and her lover swallow safely in it.
I'm sure no one is a little happier girl in all of Italy.
Ho, ho, ho. That's a good story, Frosty.
Yes, beautiful story.
See you later, Frosty. Have a Merry Christmas. Ho, ho, ho.
Hey, look there. Willy has an ice ball.
Merry Christmas, Willy, and happy New Year.
Hey, look there.
Gary the Frog kicked them foot long on a jig vacation.
Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas, Gary, and Happy New Year.
Barnaby, do my narrow eyes betray me or is it a whole group men dancing gingerbread?
This is the group of Ginger Snapper.
They are the best gingerbread dancing in the whole world.
Let's check.
You are a betcha. They are very pleasant.
Merry Christmas, Ginger Snappers, ho,
and Happy New Year for you. Ho, ho, ho.
What do I see there in the snowy forest?
That's Theodore the Teddy Bear.
He experienced a holiday explosion. Look at him leaving.
Merry Christmas, Theodore, and the phrase happy New Year. Ho, ho, ho.
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¬ ¬ He has rivers and seas in his hands Γ¬¬¬
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¬ ¬ He has the whole world in His hands Γ¬
¬ ¬ He has all the world in his hands Γ¬
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Say, Barnaby,
all this just made a party I want to let my beard go down
and kicking a dance storm with these snow boots.
What are you waiting for, Santa,
This is after all your vacation.
You have to party with the best.
North Pole, I'm coming. Ho ho.
I will show you what Christmas dancing is about. Let's go.
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.
This is the best Christmas ever. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.
Bash to remember.
Merry Christmas, ho, ho.
And happy New Year. Ho, ho, ho.