Santa, Santa? Wherefore art thou, Santa?
5 days before Xmas, and what do I see?
Some idiots prancing and protesting
They despise the mere existence of thee!
There is a war-torn Santa splattered on a wall,
And half of a forescore rioting the mall.
What happened to history? Where are their minds?
They protest commercialism, and they rant again capitalism.
Do they [...]
Who would have thought, who would have known,
That iron and silver and bronze could make gold,
That my strength and your grace and our trust could make Home,
Keep watching my eyes, I’ll never let go.—Anon.