Christmas used to mean something to me. Back when I believed everything I was told.
Santa has spies everywhere they watch everything you do all year long.
Only if you are good all year long, will he come down the chimney on Christmas Eve,
eat the cookies, drink the milk, save the carrots to give to his reindeer later,
come to your bedroom to make sure your asleep, leave presents under the tree,
go back up the chimney and continue on to the next house.
