Now child, to sleep, with rubbing eyes, you yawn more than a whale,
It's Christmas Eve, lets climb the stairs, I'll tell a Christmas tale.
About a boy who years ago went on a midnight ride,
To try to steal from Santa all toys that he could find.
Armed with sack and dagger he took his dad's great horse,
And rode bent low through wind and snow, to steal elf toys by force.
He soon was lost and cold and cross; thick fog, he could not see
His horse went lame, down came the rain and distant bells rang three.
O! Foolish boy! Lost in the dark. This candle shines for you.
Bad boys get zip from Santa. Just be good and he'll be true.
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