I don't believe in Santa Claus,
the adolescent said,
so please don't tell me Frosty lived,
or Rudolph's nose was red.
You can't convince me that Jack Frost
is more than just the cold,
or that the Grinch stole Christmas
from the Who's like it's been told.
I don't believe in Santa Claus,
I'll say it once again.
I think you'll find that I am not
as foolish as I've been.
And so, as Christmas came and went,
the young man learned the truth:
When there is no more Santa Claus,
there's also no more youth.
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