Santa, are you a politician,
with pockets bottomless, as it seems?
You never seem to run out of gifts,
while mommy counts rice grain by grain to eat.
Santa, are you a politician who gives presents,
wearing red like on campaign days?
Everyone smiles at your presence,
then seek a gift that always stays.
Mommy says money changes us,
but gift exchanges don't feel that way!
Santa, you have a lot of money—you must...
Buy me a gift to make my day!
Santa, are you a politician who owns,
a tummy so round, and a villa on the east?
You look like someone who’s never known
what hunger does to a family.
Santa, are you a politician,
travelling freely, night or day?
No traffic, no delay, just funds
That you hide under your sleigh?
Santa, are you a politician,
Do you also have a list?
Do you write down who matters most,
and cross out names you choose to miss?
I wonder what life you're living in,
you're never bothered by the snow!
You seem to enjoy where you've been,
and bury your worries with your head low.
If so, I want to be a politician too,
because they never look weak or small.
They take what they want, break the rules,
And nobody dares to call.
Santa, I want to be a politician too,
so I can bend the law, steal, and lie,
so my family eats, and I sleep full,
while others starve and cry.
I want to taste the stolen cakes,
drinking from wine bottles that never dry.
I want to see people beg on the streets,
and shrug as they pass me by.
I want to be a politician too,
because they get money out of nowhere!
They're able to taste luxurious food,
and maul them like a bear.
I want to become a politician so much,
someone who never waits or begs.
Maybe it’s that I long to touch,
what luxury they keep—bread and eggs!
I want to live a politician's life,
so I can come and steal what’s there,
so no one in my house goes hungry at night,
and starving would finally be rare!
I want the gold, the silver, the land,
I want the houses, cars, and keys.
I want the country beneath my hand,
I want the people to tremble on their knees.
Santa, I want to be a politician too.
Because, with no other choice, now I understand,
that to live, I must be greedy to survive like you,
turning the snow into sand.
