I love the optimism of Santa Claus
Father Christmas, Père Noël and Saturnalia
I enjoy the commercialism of these times
When boots become full of joy and paraphernalia
Useless toys, new cars with CO2 exhausts
For dumb kids and environmental crimes
I love the shops and their bright windows
full of tinselling love and fake falling snows
I enjoy the commercialism of these times
When felt-bags are hung over fireplaces
To be filled by a bearded jolly man
Driving a trolley pulled by deers with red faces
Futile plastic amusements and silly games
Made by miniature midgets at the North Pole
Or miraculously crafted by the industrious chinaman
His machines under strict communist control
Which we hate so much the West claims
But love anyway because the price is cheap