The teacher asked him to repeat
What made the other children cry.

My daddy said to me, he said,
That santa wisn't real.
And that he wisn't going to lie to me
Because the world is bad anyway
Wivout a lot of lies.

The teacher couldn't grasp that one,
It was not in her manual.
She looked aghast at the child,
And wondered what possessed him.
An essential childhood thing
Was what he was trying to destroy.

Ignore him class, she said with venom,
he doesn't know what he's saying.

The little boy grinned and said,
My daddy said you'd tell me off,
And say I wis stupid and a liar.
He said that you wis stupid and a liar
And that God punishes liars
And that you wisn't going to hell
because you wis already there
And he told me to make sure you understood
And that you couldn't punish me
Cos if you did it would be punishing me for
Telling da truf. Thats what my daddy says.

A part of the teacher wanted to cry,
She wanted to shout as well,
And beat the child and shout him down
But she also knew that he was telling the truth
But she'd be damned if she'd admit it.

Get out of my class!
Go to the principals office right now
And tell her what you told me!
I'll phone your father and we'll sort this,
And you, right out. I don't believe
That your father would make you say this,
You're a very naughty boy!

The boy stood up. He looked round the class.
Awe and shock and tears.
He turned to the teacher,
My daddy said he'll write a letter of complaint
If you keep telling us lies
About Santa.

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