Fred Claus
The little boy was more confused than ever before, Surely a festival must mean something more, What his grandpa said, seemed to make little sense, It seemed like something badly conjured up in defence. So he went back to nagging
The little boy was more confused than ever before, Surely a festival must mean something more, What his grandpa said, seemed to make little sense, It seemed like something badly conjured up in defence. So he went back to nagging