Santa is coming tonight. Mummy told me. Why is he coming ’cause my stocking is already full? He wrote me a letter and told me that he has to take some stuff out. Not only some stuff, but has to empty the stocking completely. He explained all to me in his letter: “your stocking is full of sin.” He is coming to take it out and put in the greatest present of all. He is going to make me like Him. Not exactly like him. That can never be, ’cause Santa is Santa three times over:
Santa, Santa, Santa is the Lord Almighty;
the Earth is full of his glory
Mummy, Mummy, my stocking is full again.
He is born, he has borne my sin, I am born again.