It’s the time of year where we brainwash our kids,
Tell them Santa will be on his way if they are good,
Lie to them year after year.
We give them magic for a few years, and then we break their hearts.
We fill their heads with magic,
We fill their hearts with joy,
By lying to their face.
A holiday of cheer,
A season for celebrating.
Christmas is nothing without its lies,
Its false magic.
Christmas is a time of emptiness.
A time of year to see through the mystical fog.
Christmas is an empty gift,
Take off the paper, and it becomes almost nothing.
I can’t be happy when Christmas comes
Because I know what’s in the box.
I can’t like Christmas because it means nothing to me,
It’s just another day,
That’s all it is to me.
Copyright © Haxer Ling | Year Posted 2018
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