They say Jesus was born on this date,
But don't forget that's not confirmed,
So we are merry and gorge on meats,
Enter in wine red dress; oh Santa Claus.
He has nothing at all to do with Jesus,
And has a hat you've seen with witches,
And if you can poetically open your eyes,
You realise his name rhymes with Satan's,
Just like the way deceitful Satan told Jesus,
I will give you all the glory wealth and riches,
His bag he sluggingly carries never lacks a gift.
With edibles to make the initiation complete.
He has guts; You will even see him in Church.
Slyly walking and winking to make a catch,
Among the unfasted; the drowsy fat sheep,
While the sheepkepers in silk vestments sleep.
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