My Wish To Santa
I go to bed, Nice and early, Hoping Santa would come here instead, Of skipping my community entirely. Down below, beneath the tree, I kept mince pie and orange juice for thee, Wishing you wouldn’t prove my biggest fear, Of abandoning the carrots for your reindeer. Up, I wake, On Christmas Day, Sliding down the rail; Dead stop before the tree, The disappointment made my knees go weak. I think back to the many letters I wrote to you, Asking for a yo-yo and not for free. You made my biggest fear come true, Abandoning the food under the tree. Slowly, I start to wonder: What makes you miss my house? Maybe it’s the mess, Or my lift’s access. Maybe it’s the snack. Maybe you don’t like it. So next year, if you come back, I’ll make sure it isn’t it. What do you think of choosing yourself? What do you want for you and your elf? In my gadget, choose what you wish. It’ll be there in an instant, as long as you fulfil my wish.