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Dear Santa, I know I’m far too old to be writing to you
But those hand-me-down clothes seem to be the one thing I fully outgrew
I’ve made up my bed, and now it’s time to lie in it alone
With nothing but radio whispers and leftover dinners to even begin to atone, oh

Dear Santa, last year I got a necklace for Christmas
And this year, my whole world’s gone to hell, ironically ’cause of a necklace
For once, I can’t eat and I’m feeling empty, but I just tell Bill I feel full
Can you spare some loose magic for a hopeless romantic in need of a miracle?

I don’t believe in fairytales, and least of all in you
But I believe in her, and that much has always been true
Can you keep her warm, keep her safe?
Do you have something like that on your sleigh?
‘Cause she’s the one thing that I want on Christmas Day, yeah

Dear Santa, don’t I tell her that I said any of this
I should have told her myself, but if you help me find her, I promise
I’ll tell her that love isn’t something so easily wrapped, but she’s got the whole package
And that was the last time I’ll leave her behind, so just help me send out the message

I don’t believe in fairytales, and least of all in you
But I believe in her, and that much will always be true
Can you keep her warm, keep her safe?
Do you have something like that on your sleigh?
‘Cause she’s the one thing that I want on Christmas Day

It’s about time for this letter to end
It’s not like I had the intention to send it
‘Cause you can make all sorts of toys
But nothing compares to that beautiful voice I just heard
Just one word

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