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Dear little children gather near
there is something I must share
be so silent and lend me your ears
THERE AIN'T NO SANTA CLAUS!

Your mom and dad work so hard
they pay for Christmas on a credit card
so under your tree you will see
gifts a plenty for sweet little thee
Santa Claus a marketing scheme
to fill little heads with sugar plum dreams
and cry and whine for toys galore
tis the season for wanting more
A fat jolly elf dressed in Coca Cola red
with all the Kris Kringle stories you are fed
By commercials movies and TV shows
the legend of the fat man forever grows
Three wise men gave gifts to a baby in a manager
Wall Street tycoons guilt you into giving money to strangers
Sale  Sale Sale let the holiday ring
Profits Profits overflow cling cling cling
The stress of a happy holiday
means after New Years your parents slave away
to pay for bills of gifts now forgotten
by spoiling you brats stinky rotten

Dear little children before you demand
gifts and candies of a winter wonderland
please be grateful for all you have and understand
THERE AIN'T NO SANTA CLAUS!!!

Merry Christmas, Jesus loves you.

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