The Boy Who Laughed at Santa Claus Eric Whitacre

In Baltimore there lived a boy
He wasn't anybody’s joy
Although his name was Jabez Dawes
His character was full of flaws

In school he never led his classes
He hid old ladies' reading glasses
His mouth was open when he chewed
And elbows to the table glued
He stole the milk of hungry kittens
And walked through doors marked NO ADMITTANCE
He said he acted thus because
There wasn't any Santa Claus

There isn’t any Santa Claus!

Anothеr trick that tickled Jabez
Was crying BOO at little babiеs
He brushed his teeth, they said in town
Sideways instead of up and down
Yet people pardoned every sin
And viewed his antics with a grin
Till they were told by Jabez Dawes
“There isn't any Santa Claus!”

Like whooping cough, from child to child
He sped to spread the rumor wild:
“Sure as my name is Jabez Dawes
There isn't any Santa Claus!”
Slunk like a weasel or a marten
Through nursery and kindergarten
Whispering low to ev'ry tot
“There isn't any, no there's not!”