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**WINNER ANNOUNCED** DAY 11 - December Sing-A-Long | GAME

10 LITTLE ELVES

SONG LYRICS

1 little, 2 little, 3 little elves,
4 little, 5 little, 6 little elves,
7 little, 8 little, 9 little elves,
10 little elves are making toys.

1 little, 2 little, 3 little elves,
4 little, 5 little, 6 little elves,
7 little, 8 little, 9 little elves,
10 little elves are sewing.

1 little, 2 little, 3 little elves,
4 little, 5 little, 6 little elves,
7 little, 8 little, 9 little elves,
10 little elves are painting.

1 little, 2 little, 3 little elves,
4 little, 5 little, 6 little elves,
7 little, 8 little, 9 little elves,
10 little elves are sawing.

1 little, 2 little, 3 little elves,
4 little, 5 little, 6 little elves,
7 little, 8 little, 9 little elves,
10 little elves are hammering.

1 little, 2 little, 3 little elves,
4 little, 5 little, 6 little elves,
7 little, 8 little, 9 little elves,
10 little elves are wrapping.

1 little, 2 little, 3 little elves,
4 little, 5 little, 6 little elves,
7 little, 8 little, 9 little elves,
10 little elves are sleeping.

I want a song about ... Santa
 
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You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to town

He's making a list
He's checking it twice
He's going to find out
Who's naughty and nice, Santa Claus is coming to town

He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows when you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake

You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to town

Next Word - North

(north pole, north star or just north...)
 
When Santa was a Boy: Lyrics by Bryant Oden

When Santa cClaus was a boy
He liked to give other children toys.
Except for kids who weren’t that nice
He filled their socks with ice.

He liked winter more than spring
He loved to laugh and loved to sing
Christmas carols were his favorite songs
He sang them all year long (fa la la la)

Santa Claus oh Santa Claus
What a funny boy he was
No one could quite understand
Till Santa was a man

He wasn’t all that great in school
But in geography he ruled
He could name every home
from the North Pole to Rome

After school he liked to play
On his papa’s winter sleigh
He was sure reindeer could fly
If someone would let them try

Always in a jolly mood
Christmas cookies were his favorite food
He liked to give more than receive
Especially on Christmas Eve

He always wore… red suits
He always wore … black boots
Even at the summer beach
He kept them within reach

He spent his weekends with the elves
Making toys all by themselves
They learned to make such wondrous things
While they’d laugh and sing (ha ha ha la la)

Lots of kids thought he was strange
But they liked him just the same
His joyful heart and merry way
Brightened every day Ho Ho Ho Ho

No one could quite understand
Till Santa was a man

My word: child
 
What Child is This: Lyrics by William C. Dix, 1865

What Child is this who, laid to rest,
On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you;
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh,
Come peasant, king to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Raise, raise a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby;
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

My word is REINDEER
 
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