Beloved Then

This year Saint Nicholas thought of your deer
He explains it, let him do that
Praise alone, the saint cannot give
Because what are you doing with your life?

All that work and all those hours;
Don’t you need to groom your deer?
Just working is not a dream
Vary your life, my son

Listen quickly, in other words: very quickly…
Book that ticket, get out!!!!

Saint Nicholas

The beloved standing at the edge of a cliff, holding a plane ticket, thinking he can join the flight like this.