A White Milky Christmas

[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] In the firelight’s flicker, the milk calls his name, A frothy delight, both sacred and profane. He drinks from the glass, its edges so cold, In a hunger that whispers of legends untold. Drip, drop, the rivers run white, Pooling at his beard, a curious sight. Saint Nicholas, enslaved by cream’s decree, Bound to the bottle, eternally. [Instrumental Interlude] [Pre-Chorus][Build Up] Oh, Father Christmas, your craving consumes, A tide of white rising, flooding the rooms. Cookies left untouched, you can't even taste, As milk fills the void, a drink you can’t waste. Your hands start to tremble, the glass overflows, Each sip a surrender, yet your hunger still grows. A love so unholy, a thirst you can't break, Drowning in dairy for your own sake. [Chorus] Oh, Santa, your love runs deep, Through the bottle’s glass and the cradle’s sweep. No feast can bind you, no drought can tame, The endless thirst of your milky fame. [Instrumental Breakdown] [Verse 2] He swirls the milk like a storm in a cup, Each frothy wave, a truth to sup. Beard drenched and glistening, a pool of cream, A lover’s obsession, or a dairy dream? His crimson robes now bear the stain, Of milk and longing, both joy and pain. The fireplace flickers, a witness to this, Milky Santa’s nocturnal bliss. [Instrumental Interlude][Build-Up] [Chorus] Oh, Santa, your beard is stained, In rivers of white, your thirst remains. No sleigh can hold you, no chimney suffice, You’re bound to the milk, a soul of vice. [Instrumental Outro]