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Santa Claus and the Myth of Childhood
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Once upon a time
When father winter came
There was the distinct possibility
That instead of revels and one last cold indulgence
He might take you away in his sack never to be seen again
Back when we were able to admit to ourselves
Exactly how long seven years was
If that was all you got
Back before we swallowed the lie
That angels protected children
There are times and places where our little darlings drop like flies
And giving them one last round of meat and sweets
And a poppet
The hold by the fire
Doesn't seem like too much
If you can manage it
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