I know you have been around for a long, long time.
I know you mean well Santa; I know you are that kind.
The children they adore you, they dream of you each night.
They look at you in wonder, and Rudolph’s nose it is so bright!
I get that you are jolly in everything you do.
You live in a land of wonder, making every wish come true.
But how can I appreciate all that you stand for,
When materialistic bribery is all that you implore!
I can’t just let it happen, it’s gone on long enough.
We’re battered and we’re bruised. Oh Christmas is so rough.
Your scheme it makes us work so hard through all the childhood years.
It’s time we stood up to you through bitter angry tears!
I speak for all struggling parents everywhere, when I say…
We are done with you. Now please, Go. Away.
I know you are a merry old man and you share that Christmas cheer…
With your “HO HO HO’s” and your cute red nose
You dazzle kids each year!
But while you sit, we stir a bit, for we know just what we’ll do.
Run to every store, search relentlessly for… that toy, that game, from YOU!
You fly the skies with your sleigh up high with that merry special glow.
Our kids they squeal ‘cause they think you’re real.
And yet, you never show…
It is WE who deliver the goods every Christmas Morn!
But you get ALL the credit, and to that bitterness is born.
Did you ever stop to wonder, what you do to kids that crave?
Have you ever thought of children, who have nothing Christmas day?
Oh why dear Saint Nick, do you do this?
Spread good tidings to those who pay.
What about the toys that are out of stock, I say?
You think you can just hop on your “Merry” sleigh and count all your reindeer, and fly away?
Oh dear Kris Kringle, you fancy all their hearts.
Your goodness and your glory, render greed from the start!
We cannot escape from you for you are EVERYWHERE!
Your cheer, your glee’s a mystery! The kids they all just stare.
You are relentless in deception, inviting little ones to sit.
You stir the wonder in our babes, and never pay for it!
It’s us that hold the magic…with our paychecks that we save.
You’d think by now, you’d lose this power and dig your jolly grave!
Where’s the workshop? And all those Elves? Don’t get me started on that forever-elusive store.
You fill every fantasy, and every kid yells, “MORE!”
Oh quit this scam! We know you should.
All parents have grown weary, of producing all we could.
The deception is uncanny. Us parents go insane!
But YOU dear Santa started this…and you are who we blame!
I know you mean well, Santa. I’m sorry to be so rude.
But after years of doing your work, it’s time we fired you.
Maybe you could create a story…
Where Santa and his Elves
POOF like magic into dust…
We hear those Christmas Bells
And we begin to build the trust…
Back into our poor deceived spoiled materialistic children.
And FINALLY take back all that is ours, not YOURS.
Please, oh please…
For the love of all that used to be Sacred and Holy on Christmas…
Ride your merry sleigh away.
****P.S. I want an all expense paid trip to Hawaii under my tree this year.****