Christmas arrived as a far different reality
Nothing at all from foretold yule fantasies
There was no pristine white snow that fell from the clouds
No twinkling icicles dripping down towards the ground
There were indeed promised presents delivered by dawn
But, not by a character who had been fake all along
It was people who bought all the stuff to be given out
No elves in a workshop or flying reindeers in clouds
Children were lit up with smiles from ear and ear
Oblivious to the debt that their parent’s will be in for years
In a matter of hours the yuletide dream would slowly fade
The aftermath of it’s excess now all had to be thrown away
The Magic Shop 
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