A Christmas Story

Santa Claus was feeling sorry, oh Santa Claus was sad

For Jesus Christ had come again and my word was he mad.

He said "My father's house will not be a marketplace

But you not just make it one you do it in my face.

Christians you call yourselves - Christ-ians you are not

My name you put on your lips and my teachings you forgot.

There is a place for you, yes, there is a place beneath

Full of wailing and darkness and gnashing of the teeth."

Santa called his business partners, yes he called them all

They held a meeting in a great big conference hall.

"Jesus is a saboteur, an economic terrorist too

He'd sabotage my bank account and do the same to you.

If he gets away with this, for we'll all be done

We have to stick together,  each for every one." 

They made their decisions, yes they all had their say

They wouldn't let a hurdle like Jesus stand in their profit's way.

They crucified Jesus Christ, yes they hung him on a cross

And put it up on television to show all who was boss.

This year Christmas sales are more than ever, yes, the profits are going up

Overflowing with happiness, Santa's brimming cup.

So listen to my story kiddies, draw near and hear me tell

That Santa's in his heaven, and on earth all is well.