![]() ![]() You should have known I would never let that happen, not so long as I could remember your name, not so long as I had vengeance for company. You should have known me better than that. I did not perish, did not become food for the worms as you foretold. Madness did not take me, not even after sitting in this tomb for half a millennium. I did not eat my own flesh as you had so merrily suggested. A day that draws near a fortnight perhaps, and your sorcery will at long last be broken, your chains will fall away and the winds of freedom will lead me to you. That name must wait until I again see the wolves chase Sol and Mani across the heavens. that would be a sound to drive one into true madness. To hear your name echo off the dead walls of this prison, why that. Not so long as I sit rotting in this black pit. Santa Claus is but one more of your masquerades, one more brick in your fortress. ![]() I will always be here to remind you that it is not Santa Claus, nor is it Kris Kringle, or Father Christmas, or Sinterklaas, and it certainly is not Saint Nicholas. So many lies that you have forgotten the truth, forgotten who you are. But then you have always lived in a house of lies, and now that house has become a castle, a fortress. That name, like you, like your Christmas and all its perversions, is a lie. It has become my malediction, my profane mantra. Yet I find myself capable of speaking little else. Like acid, hard to utter without spitting. ![]()
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