From the stars,

a beam of light cross's the sky.

if you knew what it really was.

the fear from the reality
would make you cry.

I first heard him, up in the tree climbing around.

I wonder what the hell that is!

stalking me in the night so dark,

he makes no sound!

suddenly!

what is this?

a pitter patter now on my roof.

I know it couldn't be Santa

he's not real.

there's no real proof.

also, Santa is fat!

this thing was fast.
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