It was quite on Christmas Eve
Children were waiting for toys
A strange sound from the chimney
Some one was making a terrible noise
The children by this time were awake
And looked up the chimney in dismay
Santa was stuck in the chimney
With his reindeers toys and his sleigh
What I am going to do cried Santa
For I am in a terrible state
If I don’t get out very soon
All the toys will be delivered to late
The children thought very hard what to do
They ran down the stairs in a rush
They came back very exhausted
Carrying a chimney sweeps brush
They pushed the brush up the chimney
They pushed and pushed and heaved
There was soot and dust everywhere
It was then that Santa sneezed
The strength of his sneeze sent him flying
Right out of the chimney like a rocket
Followed by his reindeers and slay
And everything he had in his pocket
Santa got lucky that night
Down chimneys he would go no more
Next time on Christmas Eve
He will deliver the toys through the door
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