The End Of The Innocence...

They told me Santa doesn't really exist,
and that there were no more flying deer.
They told me Frosty was only on televison,
and that the drummer boy was vulture food.

They told me that Rudolf's red nose came from
not magic, but from drinking too much cheap wine.
They told me that Baby Jesus was born on a day
where the nasty old Romans had a winter orgy.

This was the day I thought my innocence gone...
but that would come in a far worse, horrid way.
For what is the debate about Santa's existence,
compared to being taken by a family friend?

Santa, Rudolf, Frosty, the Easter Bunny for that matter...
their existence was debateable, but my pain still is here.
I lost my innocence...and more...during my childhood.
And it was during the Yule season that it all came to be.

So pardon me if I don't raise a glass of Christmas cheer...
for what did happen to me makes this a bad time of year.
Innocence can be taken in far more ways than by denying
the existence of Santa Claus...but you still are left crying.

--RKJ