Santa rode home
His job finally done
Time to relax
Drink a thimble of rum

But as he got in
And though he was free
He saw a spare present
Left under his tree

Oh no what is this
An anon left out
This cannot be happening
He said with a pout

He grabbed up his list
And checked it once more
But all gifts were given
Of this he was sure

To the present he dived
And searched for a tag
He cried when he found
It read lolifag

Oh no santa shouted
That doesn't narrow it down
Cries of OOOOUUUUUU
Are heard all over town

He looked and he shook
To see who he had wronged
The wrapping was pink
And the ribbon blonde

Through a tear he peeked
Without breaking the loot
He could only see part
Of a black platform boot

But whose could it be
This present left out
Maybe it wasn't someone
Who went without

Surely there's someone
Who hated their gift
Maybe that's who
Not someone who's missed

He thought of the gifts
What wishes he'd read
Oh some of those anons
Even wished to be dead

Shit posts for gifts
But those weren't all
Perhaps it was that
Fucking blow up doll

Santa grew angry
He sounded irate
Where do I send it
When now it's so late

Fuck this santa said
I'm going to bed
I hope that poor anon
Still reads the thread

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