A Christmas song about growing up.
Lyrics, vocals, and arrangement by Ian Michalski.
Lyrics
You sit on Santa's lap in the department store
'cause mother said
You'll feel much better after you can judge him for yourself
So you stand in line with children
less behaved than you could ever get away with
to the point you start to doubt their mental health
And you just can't seem to get into the spirit now
Just confusion and anxiety inside
Is it possible that you have grown too old for this?
and a fantasy has finally up and died?
Yes, Virginia
The man you see before you isn't jolly in the least
He's rather scrawny and he smells like sweat and beer
And you try to tell the others that this santa is sham
but they all flock towards him as if they can't hear
You look over at your mother who looks quite concerned
and you tell her this tradition feels absurd
and you ask her if the whole things just a fairytale
and cautiously your mother mouths the words:
Yes, Virginia