You use to write him letters
On what you wanted Christmas day
And no matter what it was
You always got your way
You’d leave out milk and cookies
And soon wake up to see
The milk and cookies gone
With gifts around your Christmas tree
There was a time when you were little
And you use to believe
Now you say he isn’t real
And what do you receive
Surely not as much as you did
When you were five years old
And now when Christmas comes around
You do everything you’re told
Now you might get your PS2
You might get your diamond ring
But it is a proven fact
That you don’t get everything
You don’t trust him anymore
You always get in trouble
You think you get a lot now
It use to be double
You’d wake up with your family
And enter the room in awes
Cause it was surrounded in presents
And a note from Santa Clause
Years ago I stopped believing
Just like all of you
And the gifts I received that year
Decreased by at least two
So next time you get together
For a healthy dinner meal
Pray you never stop believing
Cause Santa Clause is real
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