Santa. Santa. Grant me a wish.
I hope you read my Christmas list.
I just want to give you a spot of advice.
Don’t listen to my parents.
I HAVE BEEN NICE.
Now I know they mean well.
I know that they care.
But quite frankly, these incidents;
you had to be there.
Let’s take, for example,
The event in the hall.
I was painting a mural
To be enjoyed by us all.
And yes I know I’ve been told
not to draw on the wall…..
I’m also sorry about the window.
I was playing football.
And that ornament got smashed all by itself.
I swear I never went near that dusty old shelf.
I know not to play with my frisbee indoors
I wasn’t even there when my parents found the pieces on the floor.
And mum’s brilliant white rug
(It wasn’t me ~ I never would)
But some silly sausage walked on it
With their boots covered in mud.
And then the icing on the cake
I threw Dad’s car keys away.
I was only playing a game.
It’s really been a terrible day.
That’s all I have to say
And you’re busy I believe.
24 hours to go now!
Have a lovely Christmas Eve!
Letter To Santa Claus (Father Christmas) is a short Christmas flavoured poem written by Ms Moem.