The Christmas Skinny

I wrote to Prof Arab And I asked Dr Jew I spoke with Mrs Christian And typed to ChatGPT too One of them said it was spiritual The other, it was not real Another said academic fiction The last, it was the real deal It began in the 4th century In a place called Rome By the 12th century St Nich had entered every home As for names it's a heck of a list SinterKlaas, Kanakaloka, Aba Chaghaloo and Santy 124 I ended up counting Santa is multilingually fancy If you want the real answer You go visit the man So I headed to Santa's House With notebook and pen in hand Yo, Baba Noel, I chimed I'm here for the skinny Give me the full breakdown Before you disappear down a chimney Baboushka took a deep breath And he looked me in the eye Sit down my friend Eat this homemade mince pie Christmas is for everyone Doesn't matter your belief It's about family and friends Don't worry, I'll be brief It's about gathering together To share love, peace and joy From one heart to another Really simple, no hoi polloi Smile at those around you No matter who they are And trust that real love Will take us all very far I became distracted At a reindeer neigh And when I looked back to Santy He was off in his flying sleigh