poorphraser:

Santa hates me for being so poor

I know for a fact he gives rich kids more

All the things on their lists he manages to get

But he’s never brought me one thing on mine yet

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He does bring me gifts, it’s not like he forgets

But he ignores my choices because we have debts

If I want something dear he seems to have an aversion

to bringing me it - I get a cheaper version

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Santa hates me for me for being so poor

It’s true, He must do, take a look at the floor

See the gifts round the tree, there’s not many for me

And the few that there are, are quite light and spongy

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That means I’m getting clothes when I specified toys

And I ate all my dinner and I made much less noise

and I did what was asked and I always said please

I’ve been good all year just so I could appease…

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…Santa’s obvious reasons for hating my ass

He gives lots more gifts to other kids in my class

And the way they behave - well, it’s so rude it’s shocking

Yet they wake up on Christmas to a bulging stocking

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I can write better than they and I can run just as fast

And in the tests that we do, every one I have passed

So the only thing that sets them apart from me

Is they live in families that aren’t in poverty

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So that must be the reason Santa is stand-offish

And not bothered about answering my Christmas wish

I don’t know what I’ve done to make him so sore

I guess he must hate me for just being poor

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2:52 pm  •  14 December 2011  •  127 notes