Snow, Snow, Snow.
Who cares? Let it snow. Let it snow. Let it snow.
Because I have the perfect plan, don't you know,
To rid myself of too much white, fluffy stuff,
I may need to take on some white, oozy stuff.
Exchanging a cold snow blow for a hot blow,
My reason to give to a neighbor that I know,
With all of this snow, it's Christmas, don't you know.
What would Santa say? So naughty, "Ho! Ho! Ho!"
"Merry Christmas! Thanks for clearing my driveway."
"You're welcome. I'm glad that you could make my day."
"Trading snow blow for a hot blow. Ho! Ho! Ho!"
Snow, snow, snow. I don't care. Let it snow, snow, snow.
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