Santa thinks that I don't know she's behind me...
...and when I made a sudden turn around, I gave her a fright...
She ran up to her chair knowing that I can't get her there...
Santa, that's not fair!
Come on down and play with me!
Come on Santa, I'm waiting...
I'm tired of waiting for you Santa, I need a rest...
Do you want to get in here with me?
No? You prefer to stay on the cold tiled floor?
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