Fake Santas
There was no need
to pull on Santa's beard;
it was nicotine-yellow
and stunk of stout--
I knew a real beard
when I saw one.
But, Holy Christmas
his clothes were tacky;
all those bits of felt
glue-gunned onto velour--
Dad would never
dress like that.
There was no need
to pull on Santa's beard;
it was nicotine-yellow
and stunk of stout--
I knew a real beard
when I saw one.
But, Holy Christmas
his clothes were tacky;
all those bits of felt
glue-gunned onto velour--
Dad would never
dress like that.