Post Traumatic Santa Claus Disorder

This stories bout a little kid whose parents named Billy Billy had a baby brother that was literally a baby Every Christmas Eve his family went to visit his grandfather Who went batshit crazy back in the day and lives in an asylum Grandpa's silent like a mannequin because he's catatonic He just sits next to the window rockin while the snow is fallin There tradition they'd go visit him and check out how he's doin If this sounds familiar its kuz I stole it from my favorite movie I got post traumatic Santa Claus disorder When I witnessed Santa kill my father Then I watched him rape my mother Over and over oh the horror Luckily me and my brother Got away and ducked for cover That's why I'm all grown up and suffer From post traumatic Santa Claus disorder The front desk told his parents they had a problem with the billing So they left Billy in the room alone then grandpa started moving He started whispering a warning that Saint Nicholas was coming And he punishes the naughty ones with violence kuz he's deadly Billy almost pee'ed his whitey tighties He's scared to death and told his parents After they left that grandpa said something terrible will happen to them On Christmas they looked surprised and called bullshit that sounds like lies And liers they don't get no gifts they get put on Santa's naughty list I got post traumatic Santa Claus disorder When I witnessed Santa kill my father Then I watched him rape my mother Over and over oh the horror Luckily me and my brother Got away and ducked for cover That's why I'm all grown up and suffer From post traumatic Santa Claus disorder Its time to go home so they got back on the road That's when they seen someone broke down Dad said let's stop and help him out Just then someone dressed up as Santa Claus Approached and said hey thanks a lot I need a jump I'm glad you stopped Down on my luck my car is broke He turned around and pulled a gun out from the pocket in his pants Where he warmed his hands then shot my dad Right in the head the car we're in It lost control spun off the road We crashed into a ditch then flipped F*ck now were stuck and trapped inside the wreck Being hunted by a psychopath I got post traumatic Santa Claus disorder When I witnessed Santa kill my father Then I watched him rape my mother Over and over oh the horror Luckily me and my brother Got away and ducked for cover That's why I'm all grown up and suffer From post traumatic Santa Claus disorder Santa Claus approached but it wasn't really him It was a killer in a costume that just broke out of the pen He figured dressing up as Santa Claus on Christmas would blend in That's when he drug Billy's mom out the car and this is what he did He ripped the buttons off her shirt and started fondling her breasts Then he raped her on the road pulled out a knife and cut her neck He started laughing at the kid's Ho Ho Ho you little shits That's the moment Billys post-traumatic Santa Claus disorder begins