Santa’s packing up his sleigh,

Preparing for a brand new day.

Lots of presents made of clay,

and soon he will be on his way.

Ho ho ho it it is the season,

Santa’s begging for a reason.

His sleigh is turbo, supercharged,

To blast across the lands at large.

He leaves a lot of smoke in tracks,

But it doesn’t seem too out of whack.

Cause half the countries already burning,

Even though his wheels keep turning.

He’s got a lot of coal you know,

A big black hunk, just for Scomo.

To light it up on Christmas Eve,

While Scomo takes his personal leave.

But deep inside his sack you’ll see,

Lots of presents for under the tree.

Cause fathers missed the shop for daughters,

Fighting fires and watching slaughters.

It’s really not a pretty sight,

They’re working hard across the night.

Trying to save these lovely lands,

So people can just drink on sands.

So forget the countries slowly burning,

It’s Christmas time and Santa’s yearning:

To take all of your hard work’s earnings,

and keep the cogs of Capitalism turning.

Yet as we wake to Xmas day.

Scomo really wants to say:

He hopes you take a day to pray,

Don’t see the flames, just look away.



Dedicated to the hard working firefighters, volunteers and all the hard working people trying to stop the 2019 Bushfires.



Dedicated to the families and friends of the lives lost. Dedicated to the wildlife, the trees, and the rest we’re losing.

