Yes, Little Mo
Santa is real
He was born in the Amazon jungle
Where he was raised by three-toed sloths
And taught the age-old fighting technique
Bahra-Deshmina
Which is where you kill people
By laughing and pointing at them
The technique is now taught in junior high
But at the time Santa was born
It was only known to the Amazonian sloths
When Santa was ten
He was sent out into the world
To make his fortune
He wound up in a brothel
Outside Mexico City
Where he became the cashier
And the ladies of the house
Called him their little jolly man
That's how that whole jolly adjective
Got hooked onto him
When he turned fifteen
He ran away with one of the ladies
And got married in a secret ceremony
Just as dawn was breaking
Over the city of Paris
Unfortunately, Rosalinda
That was the name of his wife
Was killed by mobsters
When Santa opened up a hooch hall
In Chicago during the prohibition
That's a long story
So anyway, Santa leaves Chicago
And goes to Ontario
Where he dabbles in sculpting
He even has a show at this gallery
But he finds that artistically he still feels stifled
So he starts making toys
And finds that he really enjoys it
At the time, Ontario had a very high dwarf population
And most of them were Irish dwarfs
And that's how Santa got all his elves
Though he thought he would never get over losing his wife
He soon found comfort in the home of his future wife, Mrs. Clause
She was married to a farmer in the Midwest
And Santa had to kill the man
And make it look like a tractor accident
But it was worth it
Because he and Mrs. Clause have been together ever since
At that point, there was a hit out on Santa's life
From both the Chicago mobsters
And the Nicaraguan drug dealers
Who Santa got into a thing with
Because he tried taking over Bolivia
When he needed some spare cash--
It's a long story
Anyway he had to go to the North Pole
Because the South Pole was not an option
Because penguins freak him out
Because a penguin ate his mother
So you see, Little Mo?
There is a Santa Clause
And he's been off the pipe
For a good seven years now
And he goes to meetings
There
Don't you feel better now?
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