Hello guys, today lets do a brief analyzation of this Christmas Song Here are the lyrics: You better watch out You better not cry Better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town He's making a list And checking it twice; Gonna find out Who's naughty and nice Santa Claus is coming to town He sees you when you're sleeping He knows when you're awake He knows if you've been bad or good So be good for goodness sake! O! You better watch out! You better not cry Better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town Now, lets look at this part; He sees you when you're sleeping He knows when you're awake He knows if you've been bad or good So, if Santa knows all these things, he clearly must be a stalker because it's nearly impossible to know all this stuff. Also, more proof is that he goes to people's houses through chimneys. Now, since he's possibly an old man (for those who believe in Christmas) and his 'audience' are children, doesn't that make Santa Claus a pedophile ? Anyway, thanks for reading. :p (I was bored)
Watch me kill everyone. The snow glows white on the mountain tonight Not a footprint to be seen A kingdom of isolation, And it looks like I'm the queen. The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried! Don't let them in, don't let them see Be the good girl you always have to be Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know Well, now they know! Let it go, let it go Can't hold it back anymore Let it go, let it go Turn away and slam the door! I don't care What they're going to say Let the storm rage on, The cold never bothered me anyway! It's funny how some distance Makes everything seem small And the fears that once controlled me Can't get to me at all! It's time to see what I can do To test the limits and break through No right, no wrong, no rules for me I'm free! Let it go, let it go I am one with the wind and sky Let it go, let it go You'll never see me cry! Here I stand And here I'll stay Let the storm rage on! My power flurries through the air into the ground My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast I'm never going back, The past is in the past! Let it go, let it go And I'll rise like the break of dawn Let it go, let it go That perfect girl is gone! Here I stand In the light of day Let the storm rage on, The cold never bothered me anyway!
Santa's a pedophile. Guys, when I was little and when I believed in Santa, I used to write letters to him. Having dyslexia, I spelt 'Santa' as 'Satan'.
I guess Santa can't stalk me. I don't have a chimney. If I did I would have fire in the fireplace and he would burn to death if he ever decided to go down the chimney.