I was looking out the window tonight,
When in the sky I saw a sight.
Was Father Christmas in his sledge,
Flying high over field and hedge.
On his way to Nairobi he said,
To fill the stockings on your bed.
I shouted out as loud as I could,
I know William and Emeline have been good,
Give them a hug from garandma and me,
So they know we love them you see.
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