i am saint nicholas please put me on the stage i receive all children give ‘em what they crave

this is my first show btw get ready for initiation up came a boy yikes without mommas consolation

my son he was crying he told me i am a fake how can i trust any adult leaving me behind at stake

my skin it hurts so bad i have third degree burns hell when they forget me and the abandonment returns

oh dear saint please you might be a total sham but i need no plastic toys gift me the real medicine

my young child forgive me i am just a drab old man this medicine you speak of in a wrap i cannot present

i only have tears on offer for this is clinically clear your traumas severe and mourn your loss i do hear

but somethin rummagin within nothin’s lost in the jute bag boy wait a consolation price tada i have found your soul back