Tis the season.....

“Did you know that Santa and Satan both use the same letters in their names?
They both wear red and black.
And you never see them together.”

“Sepiraph: So Santa, how are you today?
Santa: I am fine.
Sepiraph: So tell me Santa, what's life like being Santa Claus?
Santa: Oh, it is great, I love sitting at home all year around doing nothing and watching my evil elves making weapons to sell to the middle-east.
Sepiraph: Evil elves? What are you talking about? Don't you mean those good elves that make toys?
Santa: For the last time, let me tell you that I don't fricking make toys! I don't know where that rumour came from, I don't know why people think I am this jolly good man who goes around delivering presents to children.
Sepiraph: Well, that's surely a surprise.
Santa: Yeah, and stop calling me Santa Claus, that's not my name. My real name is Satan Claus!
Sepiraph: Satan ... Claus?
Satan: Yeah, that's FUC*ING right. My real name is Satan Claus and I am not this nice jolly old guy that the FUC*ING media portrayed, and...
Sepiraph: Sorry to interrupt but can you stop using explicit language, Santa? We can't publish that.
Satan: That's Satan, not Santa, if you call me Santa one more time, I'll kick your sorry ass, and don't you ever interrupt me again if you wanna live.
Sepiraph: I am sorry.
Satan: And what other crap do you want from me? FYI, I never, ever deliver toys to children and I don't travel on a flying sleigh. See, I have wings (Satan spreads out his wings) so I don't need no fricking reindeers. Also I don't dress in that ridiculous red suit and I don't have white beard. The reason why you dumb asses think that I dress in a red suit is because that's my skin colour.
Sepiraph: So you are saying that none of the stories about you are true?
Satan: Ok, I have had enough of you, get out of here before I decide to rip off your head! (kicks Sepiraph in the head)
Sepiraph: Ouch... am sorry Santa ... I mean Satan.
Satan: You called me Santa again, now you'll get it! (kicks the crap out of Sepiraph, and cuts off one of his arms in the process)
End of interview


(Severely beaten-up) Sepiraph”

“Santa Or Satan?

Rearrange the letters of santa
To find his proper name,

The one deceiving adults from childhood,
In his life-destroying game.

He promotes excesses in food and drink, and
Loose conduct, through many a material thing,

To turn souls away from the Lifegiver;
Who will abandon all whom to santa cling.

But the towering image of satan's commercial
'Babylon' is being struck at its clay-like feet,

Like dominoes, the 'image' is falling: by hunger,
Droughts, plagues, flash floods, quakes, war and heat.

Too late, when standing before the presence of God,
If only the throne of satan is in one's head,

If with the sectarian 'deeds of Nicolaus',
You allowed yourself to be demonically fed.

All were warned, out of many worshipful mouths,
Against the 'shining one's' destructive play.

By baptizing dumb babes, rebellious adult souls
Choose to accept only the easier, broader way.”

“Is there a point to this?”

“of course not”