In a span of 24 hours, I'll pick you every flower in the world,
if a fictitious Santa can deliver toys to every kid in the world in a matter of a few hours.
Why can't I pick my girl one pedal of every flower?
Who are you to tell me that I can't when you're an adult still telling lies.
At least my mission generates a smile.
Santa lets down millions of kids and they drown in pools of their cries, emotionally and mentally it weighs them down.