Christmas day came and went
Like a precious wafting scent
Sad were they with terrible fright
Who sought a purpose in the lights.
Dinner was good and dessert sweet
Laid on the altar at the jolly man's feet.
Living in danger, fleeing from woes,
Chasing the kiss in the mistletoe.
Children wake, dreams at an end,
Enduring til the madness begins again.
From his warm hovel atop the pole
He chuckles to himself at the hope he stole.
1989
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