On the day after Christmas
I’ll run all through your house
drinking whiskey with Santa
chasing after that mouse
When we catch him we’ll pet him
and give him kisses too
Then we’ll pour some more whiskey
and wait naked for you
The children won’t see me
as I’m not here for them
But the lies that you told them
all my demons condemn.
Their minds ever much safer
when the veil is lifted
And they know what you told them
simply never existed.
On the day after Christmas
I will come for your soul
to talk about love
and the truth that you stole
With the children still nestled
safely snug in their beds
as they dream of the lies
that you put in their heads
And your stocking still hanging
by the chimney with care
you will know that my judgement
will be painfully fair
When you lied to your babies
about Santa and the rest, about angels and saints
that they never would best
You forgot about others
that in hardship now nest
You refused to tell Mary
that her friend would get nothing, whether naughty or nice
You refused to be honest
and you fed her more lies
When she asked why it was
that her friend nothing had
you decided to tell her
that they must have been bad
You made monsters of children
you made victims of yours, when you spoke about me
And you told them of wonders
that they could never see
On the day after Christmas
I’ll run all through your house
drinking whiskey with Santa
being nice to the mouse
We will tell him he’s sweet
and adorable too
we will tell him he’s brave
and he’s better than you
Choose not to lie to children unnecessarily.
See how I used loaded words to elicit feelings.
— The Devil Unbound
