I came across our Santa key and looked up the poem again,
Here it is.
We don't have a chimney for you to climb through,
But if you don't visit my our house I don't know what I'll do.
Some say you are magic and can use any old key
As long as we hang it out in a place you're sure to see. So we're leaving this old key right outside our door
Saying our prayers, jumping in bed, and we won't worry anymore.
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