Santa is a myth, flying through the night
Informing all the little kids which ones been a shite
You can have a dolly, you can have a gun,
Open up your presents, have a load of fun.
Meanwhile I will eat, all the ***** pies,
drink up all the booze at hand,
then tell more ***** lies,
About who has been a good boy,
who has been a tw@t,
Then eat a load more ***** pies, who says I am fat?
I’m cuddly and I’m fun, full of joy and mirth,
Representing Christians and the virgin birth,
What a crock o’ crap all, these tales and lies,
I’m just a fat old tw@t who eats up all the pies.
So when you wake on Christmas day, your presents piled on high,
Remember just who put them there and smile and give a sigh,
Cos it wasn’t good old santa, the myth is just a fad,
It was your dear old mother and your pissed up Dad...
Bahhh humbug!!
Copyright me.....
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