Christmas opened childhood
Like heroes opened games,
And gifts were just the standard
For those with your same name.
Christmas ringed our childhood
Like hoodlums ring a fight,
And no one could believe it-
That Santa was a lie.
Christmas ended childhood,
That day we knew the truth:
We damned our own eye’s knowledge
Of wisdom's sorry proofs.
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