It's my eighth year of christmas and no point to it if santa doesn't exist.
My heart felt a sudden weakness and started to decay in painful sequence.
Its like my presents can no longer stimulate my heart race.
All this stress at a young age can devastate a man in a obsticle of dismay.
But all this confusion gots me thinkin that my own parents could be illusions.
Its such a harsh world when you find out that it's santa's conclusion.
As I open my gifts I examine the wrap paper in question and theres no explanation.
No one may never know santa's interval and/or his real discriptions.
How did someone come up with this design to fascinate curious children with lies.
Or Are parent's lieing and Santa used to be Real and he just died.
I left cookies out for you to eat and a note out for you to read.
Before I found this out when I woke up I rushed to the tree to sneak a peak.
I wonder If every kid would do the same thing I am without your presence.
Every christmas eve I would dream about how the north pole was heaven.
But Oh well I'll still be here without you so pure and alive.
To tell your story to millions of children world wide named "Santa's Demise"