The darkest Night of the year Is the Birthday of the Sun Returned from Death with cheer A rebirth of the Golden One! And so turns the sacred wheel And dark becomes light again And even the Christians feel The brotherhood of Men So with gifts and lights And boughs of evergreen Peoples throughout this night Celebrate the unseen made Seen Traditions pass and memories fade And others have stolen the day But when carols are sung and toasts are made Obeisance is made to an older way. Panta Claus flies overhead Bringing past to present this night To bring the Sun back from the dead And show us moderns what is right. Not so nice, not so clean, Panta Claus likes his fun He's not a celibate dean, He likes his flesh on the run. The time has come to bring him back From ages past in a new coat And a huge and Toy-filled sack This jolly man with the legs of a goat.

(Text by Scott "Scix" Maddix, art by Anthony Port. Originally aired as a holiday special on Psychic Dyslexia Institute on Christmas, 2000.

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