Dad and mom were divorced.
My father lived with a lady,
But he promised to help us
And sometimes he visited us.
On New year came to us Santa Claus.
And I look at the blue nose
And I realized who was in front of me:
After all, this is my own father!
And he reached into his pocket,
I asked my mother for a glass.
I read a poem to Santa Claus
About how I went to school.
My grandfather drank, laughed, and sobbed
On mother strongly cursed,
I remembered my studies,
Then he ate my gift
And sleep under the tree fell.
And in the morning I broke my eyes,
And my Grandfather is not. Got away again!?
And just candy wrappers
With foil from a thick chocolate bar
Reminded of the gift,
What did you bring me for the New year
For the first time in a decade
Some kind of weird Santa Claus...
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