When our kids sang that Santa’s getting thin
for Christmas, I instantly understood
it mocked this lean and cautious age we live in.
Unintentionally, that is, which is less than good.

To shape their minds with our preoccupations
becomes our comeuppance: we adults binge
on common sense, while jolliness abates
like bad taste, or fat extracted with a syringe.

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