dear santa claus, i know it's been a while
since i last send you a letter, perhaps
ten years or so, can't remember, i hope
that all is ok in the north pole
i used to tell you i've been a good boy
that i deserved tons of useless toys
but this year i do not want anything
here's my blank list for you who don't exist

but, oh, as years went by, the ones who told me you were real died
so, writing this tonight make them live a little through this lie

and it goes and keeps on coming all the time
another christmas eve
another rotten year
it keeps on coming and then one day it stops
and it goes faster and faster as time pass
and life will be stuck in this lovely routine
it'll keep on coming until the day it'll stop

oh, santa claus, i wished when i was 8
that i'd be able to find you one day
you would bring me in your secret place
and i'd become your young associate
i'd help you in giving kids their presents
then we would rest for the rest of the year
so i wouldn't have to work at all
and, just like you, i would never grow old

but oh, one day in class, a boy told us you were a lie
and no, it did not make me sad, it was just the very first of
billions disappointments that i had

and it goes and keeps on coming all the time
another christmas eve
another rotten year
it keeps on coming and then one day it stops
and it goes faster and faster as time pass
and life will be stuck in this lovely routine
it'll keep on coming until the day it'll stop
from coming

and in front of the christmas tree
grand-ma says "it's pretty,
but i don't know how many
of those i've left to see"

oh santa claus i want you back
oh happy days i want you back
oh wasted years i want you back
why have you forsaken me, why?

it'll keep on coming until the day it'll stop
and it's coming

(2008, We’re Only In It For The Presents II)