P'AGE~ A4, Wl IITBY FREE PRESS, Christmas Supplemerit, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 9, 1987 -O SFMSON~ GREIITINGS j c-w~d SAN TA CLdAUS is Comi*ng to Town - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . You better watch out, You better not cry, Better not pout, r'm telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to town. He's making a list And checking it twice; Gonna frnd out who's Naughty and nice, Santa Claus is comning to town. rompy mone ms oneA CIV SBARBER gSHOP The belis ring out the *happiness of the sea- son. May you share in its joys. *From ail the *Staff at: * Whitby Dominion Hardware 319 Brook St. S. Whiby Plaza: 668-35401 11eÛ sees you when you're sleeping; 11e knows when you're awake; He knows if you've been bad or good, So be good for goodness sake. Oh, you better watch out, You better not cry, Better not pout, r'm telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to town. With littie tin horns And littie toy drums, Rooty-too-dWith littIr -ýn horns And littie toy drums, Rooty-too-toots And Rummy tum-tums, Santa Claus is coming to town. And curly head dolis, That toddle and coo, Eleiphants, boats And kiddie cars too. Santa Claus is coming to town. The ids in girl and boyland Will have a jubilee, They're gonna build a Toyland Ail arnlund the Christmas tree. So you better-watch out, You better not cry, Better not pout, Fm telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to town. JINGQQIT BELILS yINQçrE I3ELLS Dashing thro' the snow In a one horse'open sleigh, O'er the fields we go Laughing ail the way; Bells on bob-tail ring, Making spirits bright, What fun it is to ride and sing A sleighing song tonight! Jingle, belis; Jingle, beils! Jingle ail the way! O what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh! A day or two ago I thought I'd take a ride, And soon Miss Fannie Bright Was seated by my side; The horse was lean and lank, Misfortune seem'd his lot 11e got into a drifted bank, And we, we got up-sot. Now the ground is white, Go it while you're young, Take the girls tonight, And sing the sleighing song Just get a bob-tailed nag Two forty for his speed, Then hitch him to an open sleigh, And crack! you'Il take the Iead. .... .. . .. .. . . . . CI ( 1 1