Long ago, the stylish older girl from next door
Mentioned to me on Christmas Day
"Tonight when the clock strikes eight
Santa is coming to my house"

"No way; that's just a story from picture books"
As I said that, she winked at me
"But, you know, when you become an adult
You too will understand, then"

My love is Santa Claus
It really is Santa Claus
Passing in front of the whirlwind
My love is Santa Claus
The very tall Santa Claus
Who came from the city of snow

Since then
So many winters have come and gone
But, still today, I remember that girl
That day to a faraway city
Santa took her off with him

That's right; on some tomorrow
I too should surely understand it

My love is Santa Claus
It really is Santa Claus
Carrying presents in his arms
My love is Santa Claus
Looking so cold, Santa Claus
Who comes from the city of snow

My love is Santa Claus
It really is Santa Claus
Passing in front of the whirlwind
My love is Santa Claus
The very tall Santa Claus
Who comes to my house

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