Your December 8 Advent treat window looks like this:
You slam your first through it and peel back the remains, unearthing today’s holiday track:
Here are the lyrics in case you need a temporary epitaph:
My name is Santa
It’s December 26, the longest day of my year
Dear Mother, they’ve all gone home
The workshop is empty
I wanna go home
I’m writing to tell you
I’m currently in Hell
Because I’m useless
Until next year
I bring so much joy
Through sweets and toys
But where is my joy?
Where are my toys?
GLENN W. MACAULAY 