Santa. 

Big jolly everyone loves him.

Every kid holds onto him like a parent does

The first picture of their happy and healthy baby. 

But Santa isn't real.

And neither is the parents love. 

Why would you throw such lies together and call it facts. 

The damage created by this old jolly 

Joyful filled man. 

But what happens when your baby 

Finds out the truth. 

You lied. First mistake 

They won't believe you. 

And so you strike in the depths of the night 

Holding onto their weaken figure and prey open their hopes and dreams, stealing them for yourself. 

You've created the monster 

You've created 

Campus. 

Ew I hate this