Santa Claus has a brother
A fact few people know
He does not have a friendly face
Or a beard as white as snow
He does not climb down chimneys
Or ride in an open sleigh
He is not kind and giving
But cruelly takes away
He is not fond of children
Or grown-ups who are kind
And emptiness the only gift
That he will leave behind
He is wraith, he is silent
He is greyness of steam
And if you’re sleeping well tonight
Then hang on to your dream
He is sour, he is stooping
His cynic’s cloak is black
And if he takes your dream away
You never get it back
So, if you don’t believe in Santa
Or in anything at all
The chances are his brother
Has already paid a call.