Holly Santa

I have asked for a candle last Christmas
 but I still couldn't get any matches

holly santa, this country is on fire and you,
 and your suit and your red suitcase
 full of dolls without cat's eyes.

holly santa, this world is a piece
of what it used to be,
 the chimneys are sad places to be stocked up

No red socks are hungry of happiness
but of free pass to get into heaven

holly santa, your animals are bored
and our hands are violet tonight

holly santa, who keeps aware
of the fabulous whisper of the bells

holly santa, do you want some beer

you should be so tired of being the only one
 that remains on the custom of giving magic.