saint nicholas
i am saint nicholas
please put me on the stage
i receive all children
give ‘em what they crave
this is my first show btw
get ready for initiation
up came a boy yikes
without mommas consolation
my son he was crying
he told me i am a fake
how can i trust any adult
leaving me behind at stake
my skin it hurts so bad
i have third degree burns
hell when they forget me
and the abandonment returns
oh dear saint please
you might be a total sham
but i need no plastic toys
gift me the real medicine
my young child forgive me
i am just a drab old man
this medicine you speak of
in a wrap i cannot present
i only have tears on offer
for this is clinically clear
your traumas severe
and mourn your loss i do hear
but somethin rummagin within
nothin’s lost in the jute bag
boy wait a consolation price
tada i have found your soul back