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Santa won't come this year cause he has to pay his taxes this year or pretend to pay or he could not come next year because gifts don't slip between iron bars Santa won't come this year he has his hands full and his stomach open he doesn't need to eat he absorbs all competition See Santa won't come any year because he doesn't live on the north pole he lives in a Chinese factory that's why he wears red and has so many elves Santa won't come this year because you've been a naughty boy because you didn't close your eyes or have faith in his magic when he slid down you chimney and ate all you cookies and drank all your milk and broke all your toys because you don't have faith you see because every good time of yours has to be build on the aching backs of people no one will ever see because Santa never comes any year he just appears in your eyes to make you happy about throwing that little plastic wrapper in the trash like it won't ever choke you
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Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 11:38 AM UTC
Santa won't come this year
Santa won't come this year cause he has to pay his taxes this year or pretend to pay or he could not come next year because gifts don't slip between iron bars Santa won't come this year he has his hands full and his stomach open he doesn't need to eat he absorbs all competition See Santa won't come any year because he doesn't live on the north pole he lives in a Chinese factory that's why he wears red and has so many elves Santa won't come this year because you've been a naughty boy because you didn't close your eyes or have faith in his magic when he slid down you chimney and ate all you cookies and drank all your milk and broke all your toys because you don't have faith you see because every good time of yours has to be build on the aching backs of people no one will ever see because Santa never comes any year he just appears in your eyes to make you happy about throwing that little plastic wrapper in the trash like it won't ever choke you
it's that time of the year again. this one is a lot more open about its message in every line isn't it. It was just irresistible to not comment about the irony of portraying Santa, the icon of consumerism and excess, as a figure of hope.
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Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 11:38 AM UTC
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