| Whiskey and cookies on the mantle
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| The children asleep wait for St. Nick
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| While they sleep we can drink
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| The tree is hung — tribute to you
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| And three hundred and sixty for days til I see you again
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| And a thousand more tears
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| And a thousand more tears
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| St. Nicholas, St. Nicholas, at the North Pole
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| 364 days spent all alone
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| Take off your boots, pour a drink
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| Try not to cry, try not to think
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| St. Nicholas, St. Nicholas, at the North Pole
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| 364 days spent all alone
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| Take off your boots, pour a drink
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| Try not to cry, try not to think
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| Try not to think…
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| And you drink your eggnog and I’ll drink my wine
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| Toast the season, but just one more time
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| The morning is coming, the whiskey is empty
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| The gifts have arrived, St. Nick has come and gone
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| St. Nicholas, St. Nicholas, at the North Pole
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| 364 days spent all alone
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| Take off your boots, pour a drink
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| Try not to cry, try not to think
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| St. Nicholas, St. Nicholas, at the North Pole
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| 364 days spent all alone
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| Take off your boots, pour a drink
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| Try not to cry…
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| And it ends like it started, the hugs and the kisses
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| The bullshit flows, the bullshit flows
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| You raise your bottle, and I’ll raise my flask
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| Toast Christmas future, and toast Christmas past
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| And when they’re all gone, sit down in peace
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| Wait one more year
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| And pour just one more drink
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| St. Nicholas, St. Nicholas, at the North Pole
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| 364 days spent all alone
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| Take off your boots, pour a drink
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| Try not to cry, try not to think
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| St. Nicholas, St. Nicholas, at the North Pole
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| 364 days spent all alone
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| Take off your boots, pour a drink
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| Try not to cry, try not to think
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| Try not to think…
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| St. Nicholas… All alone… |