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Dear Santa

There is only one thing I want for Christmas this year
but I know I won't get it so why bother with false cheer
This whole holiday in fact seems such a bother
That I am glad I am no longer a loving father

No gifts I have to rack my brains and buy
No friendly greetings with which to lie
Retailers round the world can go to Hell
Cause I won't be ringing their Cash bell

Old Ebenezer had the right idea indeed
A dark and dank cell with gruel as feed
A piece of coal from your last visit here
Barely heating this dismal atmosphere
 
Send your three Christmas spirits if you dare
But know they don’t have a chance or a prayer
Nobody wants a boy of clay anymore
Not when there are 3D animations galore

I’m adapting to life alone on a shelf
With no one to speak to not even an elf
So it is here I sit alone with my thoughts
Making up my own little clever retorts 


Which brings me to the question I had in mind
And I would like you to answer it, if you’d be so kind

When one receives a  gift wrapped with a bow
They tear at the wrapping, and not at all slow
It doesn’t really matter what’s on the outside
Cause what they really enjoy is on the inside

So why aren’t people treated like Christmas presents?
paying less attention to the wrap and more to the Essence