Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Tell ‘Em James Brown Sent You

Forget about those rich kids, St. Nick: they don’t need you. Certainly don’t appreciate you, and I heard a few don’t even believe in you.

Can you imagine that? Not believing in Santa?

Maybe it’s because Santa Claus goes where he’s needed.


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