Christmas Song
S-A-N-T-A - S-A-T-A-N
Oh Santa is an anagram for Satan
You'd think we would have noticed it before Those little elves are really demon minions
And neither of them likes to use the door
Instead he just come sliding down your chimney
Feels right at home when he lands in the flames He leaves their toys he takes their souls
He puts his finger up his nose
And flies right up the chimney again
He wears a suit that's colored firey red
He wears a hat that has white fur around it
To cover up the horns upon his head
At Christmas time he sits upon his mall throne
And all the little children form a line
And you know it's understood
He knows if you've been bad or good
And if you're bad he gets you for all time
It's Christmas time - he's coming into town
You think he's here to bring you lots of presents
But he's really here to track you down
And have you ever thought about his reindeer
Eight horny beasts that pull his evil sleigh
He makes a list - he checks it twice
If you've been bad he thinks that's nice
Cause then he gets to haul your soul away
If you rearrange the letters you can tell
That Old Saint Nick is really out to trick you
And take your little children down to Hell
Or as he calls it - Santa's Magic Kingdom
Where boys and girls can play eternally
Those devilish games among the flames
If you've been bad he's got your names And you'll go down there with him happily
Hopefully we've evolved to the point where we can poke a little fun at our own mythology. Well, I have anyway . . . RA
