Here I sit broken hearted
Now that secret santa's started
I have been good, I have by jiminey
I've hung my stocking by the chimney
Once years before I lived in hope
I'd even have welcomed soap on a rope
That christmas morn as the night departed
There was just a smell where a reindeer'd farted
So santa dear, though I'm old and fat
You surely can't do worse than that!!

Giok

C'mon fess up where's my santa???