| We don’t believe in? |
| You know who?
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| But we don’t let the kids know it
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| We’re parents, who are grown ups
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| There’s a line we have to toe it
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| But we’re part of a conspiracy
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| About this bearded big fat guy
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| Who isn’t real, who never lived
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| Who’s old, but doesn’t die
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| We went to the department store
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| We climbed out on that limb
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| Told the kids that it was? |
| You know who?
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| We said that bum was him
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| Then we placed them on his knee
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| To me, the knee seemed rather bony
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| Happily they sat though chatting with that phony
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| Told the kids we could provide the proof
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| Deceit, how I hate it
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| We put out the milk and cookies
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| Yes, I admit I drank and ate it
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| Then that fib about the North Pole
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| Is if any Elves could live there
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| We helped to write and send that letter
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| Knowing full well, it went nowhere
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| You know who comes down the chimney
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| How could such a fat man fit?
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| The whole thing is preposterous
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| Yet we get children to buy it
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| We have no shame, the lies pile up
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| You think at least we’d bark
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| When we sing of red nosed reindeer
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| And snowmen who dance and talk
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| Well it’s just a harmless story
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| A fairytales and Christmas fun
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| Not unlike that other theory
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| The one about Gods Son
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| Where Angels talk to shepherds
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| Wise men troop after a star
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| And a Virgin has a baby
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| Boy that’s fetched pretty far
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| But we adults buy that conspiracy
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| We toe and swallow that old line
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| Disappearing milk and cookies
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| What about that bread and wine?
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| It’s enough to make you hesitate
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| It’s enough to give you pause
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| Perhaps it’s just as crucial
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| Kids believe in? |
| You know who? |