I tried to make my sisters cry

When I told them Santa was a lie.

My Parents were annoyed and angry.  

 

I was annoyed and angry

That they shielded the younger kids from the truth,

But somehow I was old enough to let the cat out of the bag.

 

You see, I was the eldest of the three

So the burden of truth was left on me.

Regardless if it left me mad.

 

The Adults lied and then they lined

Up for communion at the shrine

To feel what’s sacred and divine

In a Good Friday Ritual

 

Even though I never went to CCD

The Adults figured it was alright for me

To get in line and copy them.

So in the line I went

Waiting for the priest to pass me a cracker.

 

I thought I was being sly

As I passed the old man by,

And took the cracker from my mouth

Into my pocket to save for later.

I couldn’t help myself.

 

Apparently the priest caught this sin

Stopped the line

Chased me down

And pulled me in

 

A room where he had to explain

That putting Christ in your pocket

To save for later,

Even at the early age of ten,

Is sacrilegious and  profane.

 

Don’t ever do that again!