There's no Santa Claus

They sold me a dream of christmas
They sold me a silent night
And they told me a fairy story
'till I believed in the israelite
And I believed in father christmas
And I looked at the sky with excited eyes
'till I woke with a yawn in the first light of dawn
And I saw him and through his disguise

Greg Lake

I was a bit bemused when I saw this shape outside this shop. At first on seeing the "spots", I thought old St Nick might be ill, but then I remembered there is no sanity clause.