Constantly, consistently, Kris Kringle is here,
Krampus is the one that the children all fear.
Mythical and mystical, manifest in the physical,
December 25th wasn't the Jesus born miracle.
Nimrod and Saturn as it's really not Christian,
Distortion and lies, the division, their mission.
Who's wonders where's that Christmas feeling?
Getting drunk no longer feels that appealing.
Monitoring spirits lurk so I barely post online,
Trying to get right with God as this is the time.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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You know Kris? Mr Kringle?! heehee.
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