SANTA CLAUS BELIEVES IN YOU

If you feel your life needs proof, Santa Claus believes in you
Santa Claus and his reindeer will sweep away your fist-shaped tears
You feel you just can’t make it through, but Santa Claus believes in you
Yes, Santa Claus believes in you
When you feel that you’ve been othered
A purple crayon in peanut butter
Drown their hate with floods of applause
A standing O from Santa Claus
If you feel your life needs proof, Santa Claus believes in you
Santa Claus and his reindeer will sweep away your fist-shaped tears
You feel you just can’t make it through, but Santa Claus believes in you
In the dark, in the snow
A shining breath exhales a glow
Shadow teeth in hate-stained jaws
Fade in the light of Santa Claus
If you feel your life needs proof, Santa Claus believes in you
Santa Claus and his reindeer will sweep away your fist-shaped tears
You feel you just can’t make it through, but Santa Claus believes in you
If they can't handle the truth, Santa Claus believes in you
Though you’re filled with taunting thieves, they can’t steal Santa’s belief
You feel you just can’t make it through, but Santa Claus believes in you
Yes, Santa Claus believes in you

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