and fainter,
And farther away,
Came the
Ting a ling ling,
From the vanishing sleigh.
Back, over the snow
It flew like the wind,
And never once stopping,
Or looking behind,
Old Santa rode on,
Till he reached
His own door,
Just where
He had loaded,
A short time before.
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