In the name of Santa.
King of all greed.
Dark Lord of the North Pole.
I command the forces of capitalism to bestow supreme money power upon me.
Open wide the flying sleigh and grant me the presents of which I speak.
I have provided milk and cookies from my parents fridge, live among those who make fun of me, and rejoice
in the material life.
I favor the rich
and curse the poor.
Manifest my desires by deliverance from your noble deers.
Hear their names
Dasher
Dancer
Prancer
Vixen
Comet
Dunder
Blixen
Hail Santa!
And now The Shadowlord will recite a poem.
he has been bad all year.
he knows that doesn't matter.
he has been threatened with coal.
he knows that he will get all he wants this day.
he looks at a calendar.
he sees that it is the twenty fifth of the twelfth month.
he knows that his prayers will be answered.
he believes in the power of Santa.
he has never been failed by Santa before.
he knows it will not happen this year.
he has put out the milk and cookies.
he has seen reindeer prints in previous years.
he can not wait to brag to his friends on the twenty sixth of the twelfth month.
he is made fun of because of his belief.
he still ends up with the most gifts of everyone.
he is a believer.
he is a believer only because he wants his presents.
he will get them.
he knows Santa alone is responsible for his material bounty.
he knows that this year, Santa will give him supreme money power.
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