Lyrics
(Melody by Juliette Graves Adams, Lyrics by Helen Ekin Starrett)
The snowflakes are falling, the frost’s in the air,
But Christmas is coming, and what do we care,
Old Santa Claus knocking, perhaps we may hear,
Hang up every stocking, each child he holds dear.
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