The Christmas Indian is coming
He has hitched his rattlesnakes to his sleigh:
One Spot, Twister, Stub Tail and the rest.
And they slide through the desert night.
Boys and girls know him,
Love him, fear him,
his songs, his tricks
his truths, his lies.
He knows them from the rocks of their hearts
to the minds of their souls;
knows their fears,
holds them inside.
He will give to them;
Take from them their thoughts and breaths.
He is kind/cruel.
He is coming.
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