Centuries took holidays   Before these days   Became desperately clear   That chariots full of christmas cheer   Could never draw the child near   But this year   One of the last remaining years   Santa claus is a sniper   On the roof of macy's   Picking off the customers   Splattering packages   And miscellaneous toes   Everywhere.      Missionaries built milleniums   And caravans of cucumbers were exchanged   Before the sin of sharing was uncovered   And the chocolate bayonets were deranged   But this year   One of the last remaining years   The soul brother reindeer   Having nothing but nothing to fear   Have destroyed all possessions   As the holiest of gifts.      Hymns have swallowed histories   And faded into love   Before a winter full of autumns   Had covered up their harmonies   But this year   Though one of the last remaining years   The fading matinee idol   Clutching the memories   Of his almost unforgettable performance   Turns sadly away   From the diminishing applause   Of his most terrified believers.