i saw mommy kissing santa claus underneath the mistletoe last night. then i saw santa unbuckle his belt and his red woolen trousers fall down to his black boots. that was when i was like “no, santa. that’s my momma. NO!” then i bum-rushed that jolly motherfucker. and that was pretty much how me and santa claus got into a fistfight on christmas eve.
René Magritte (Belgian, 1898-1967), Le témoin [The witness], 1938 or 1939. Gouache on paper, 42 x 29 cm. Private collection.
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