The Truth About Santa

“The fact is,” says the world today, “It can’t be done, there is no way.” Well I have figured out how I am here to say Why live at the North Pole you say Not being observed is the only way, Riding a quantum probability wave He is everywhere at once On that special day, To see him would lock him To one time and one place, No one else would receive Their gifts Christmas day Now how could he do this Hundreds of years ago, Quantum Mechanics was something No one did know He rode back there in his special ride With a magic dust cloud of neutrinos Which can travel both ways in time, He went with an entangled tablet in hand This was his genius master plan Its server already knows Who was good and who’s bad You can’t argue with physics My skeptical lad This is all possible you know, The laws of science say so, So as long as Santa remains unobserved The gifts will continue to be served, So go to bed early and all will be well, And this true Santa story we all can tell.

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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