Secrets
On the eve of Christmas.
Such keen ears has every wall
That we whisper, one and all,
On the eve of Christmas.
Secrets upstairs, secrets down,
On the eve of Christmas.
Daddy brings them from the town,
Wrapped in papers stiff and brown
On the eve of Christmas.
But the secret best of all,
On the eve of Christmas,
Steals right down the chimney tall,
Fills our stockings, one and all,
On the eve of Christmas.
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