The moment your child knows Santa doesn’t exist
They’re forced into a conspiracy. Implicit in the lie
Accept the impossible, and keep the secret
Otherwise, they’re scorned, until they cry
Sweet baby Jesus and Father Christmas stories
Spread around, so we all get infected
With catchy germs, caught or learned
Yet their host, should still be respected
And it’s all good practice, for what’s to come
Because more than God, now it’s the quanta
Science gets relief, from enlisting your belief
Vote mindfully, cos they really, really want ya