It's almost christmas.

Suddenly awake, I realize what day it is.
I jump out of bed, Wide awake and excited.
I begin running towards the main room,
where our christmas tree sits.

I stub my foot, trip on a toy,
fall flat on my face, landing on more.
Then my eyes light up with great suprise.

The christmas tree is gone, wraping paper all over the floor.
The window is smashed out, glass all over the floor.
I begin to cry, as I lay on the floor.

Then I remember, with horror in my eyes,
What I told santa, when we went and visited him at the mall.

I told him he was fake, that christmas wasn't real.
That it was stupied and it was something I didn't really need.

Now he's taken everything, and you now what that means.
Santa Clause is real, you don't have to believe,
and if you tell him he isn't, he gets real mean.
Then he'll take back everything!