| F# | C#7 | F# | Ebm | Bbm | Ebm | | I | saw | Mommy | kissing | Santa | Claus, |
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| F# | C#7 | | Underneath the mistletoe last | night. |
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| F# | | She didn't hear me creep down the | stairs to have a peep, |
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| Ab7 | C# | Ab7 | C#7 | Bm | C#7 | | She | thought that I | was | tucked up in my | bedroom | fast a | sleep. |
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| | | F# | C#7 | F# | Ebm | Bbm | Ebm | | | Then | I | saw | Mommy | tickle | Santa | Claus, |
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| | | F# | F#7 | B | | | | Underneath his | beard so snowy | white. |
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| | | F7 | F# | Eb7 | Abm7 | | | What a laugh it would have | been if | Daddy had | only | seen, |
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| | | C#7 | F# | B | Bm | C#7 | F# | | | | Mommy | kissing | Santa | Claus | last | night. |
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