santa help
Dear santa clause,
this christmas make me happy
not bull shit reason for the season happy
real happy
belly laughing happy
present, never wanting this moment to end happy
laughing, screaming, jumping
happy
But I guess it won't happen
you aren't real
and even if your mamby pamby magic were
you couldn't bring him back
so, I'll settle
dear santa clause,
this christmas I want to feel anything.
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