Santa's Money
I'm shopping for Santa.
He's not good with money.
He'll use up my credit
and laugh like it's funny.
He's broken my spirit
and says it's for good.
For the gift that keeps giving
he says that I should.
But it isn't my money
he comes for each year.
When it's smiles from my children
each Christmas holds dear.
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