Your mommy took the car and went away,
Her wallet held the cash that daddy made
But neither took the glory nor the praise
For getting something cute that you can break
Instead the credit went to Mister Claus
Who really didn't do that much at all
But still, you little children stand in awe
Of something that you never even saw
Your eyes were fixed on plastic bric-a-brac
Not worried for a second, while you play,
If Santa has a reason he should boast,
Considering he's just a chubby quack
Rewarding pampered children from L.A.
But not the ones who need a gift the most
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