The Santanist

Christmas time comes once a year! Christmas time is finally here! We drape the tinsel like entrails. Around this dead, rotting tree. A plate of treats and a glass of sherry. Oh, Father Christmas, bringer of glee. Strike down all non-believers. Grind their bones into dust. Enshroud ourselves in these garments, we must. A ritual to sate fanatic lust. All Hail! Hail Santa! Oh, bearded great one. We are your servants. Eager for you to slither down our chimney. We yearn for your presence. And your presents. Bestow us with your majesty. Sworn to Saint Nick, we’ll always be. His coat is crimson red, rides night upon his sled. Dare not to make his list, your heart will be left filled with dread. He knows of your intent. Knows how your year was spent. Empties his sack so big, he spreads his joy without relent. In the chokehold of winter, we make a defiant stand. Reject tradition, outsiders as one: All hail Santa Claus! Sacred dagger primed in hand; I will become a Santanist. Drink the blood from Rudolf’s neck, indoctrinated Santanist. Initiation now complete, I have become a Santanist. Putrid mortals bow to me; I am the mighty Santanist.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025