Oh Santa, please bring me some nukes for Christmas.
Just leave some megatons beneath my tree.
My Russian pen pal asked you for the same thing.
And I don’t want him to have more than me.
The game we play is mutual destruction.
And I don’t know, dear Santa, if you’ve heard.
But this will always end up in a dead heat
if mass annihilation is assured.
So Santa, please bring me some nukes for Christmas.
I’ve been a little naughty, there’s no doubt.
But if you don’t deliver what I ask for,
I’ll buy your factory and phase you out.
The nuclear arms race has been neglected
for many years now, but must be resumed.
A wave of paranoia is expected.
An end of life scenario presumed.
Hey Santa, I’m not kidding on this wish list.
I’ve got a lot of generals prompting me.
The fate of this world hinges on your presents.
I’d better see some nukes under my tree.