Dear Santa Claus, with Christmas so near;
I thought I would tell you what I want this year.

I am not so foolish to ask for world peace,
But how about some gun jams in the Middle East?
For all of mankind I will ask for good cheer,
If that is too much, we'd settle for decent beer.
Fill up your sack with dreams and laughter,
In this world, such things are much sought after.

Bring to my family nothing but happiness,
Though you can mix in good fortune, I guess.
My friends need a shoulder in hard times;
But don't bring them that -- they can borrow mine.
Instead, give them their secret wishes;
And fun with family and tasty Christmas dishes.

These dour strangers could use some whimsy;
Instead of coal, when you drop down their chimney.
Take joy to the children all over the place;
For Christmas is no time for a frown on one's face.
Love and companionship for all to hold.
I hope that's not too much; they need it though.
Toys are fun that fades, so give friends to the young.
Ones who'll be there when the last song's sung.

Smiles and hugs should be in every stocking,
And doorways with mistletoe to start boots knocking.
Bring all the Christmas parties tasty wine;
And add some magic to make the next morning fine.
Make everyone on your list glad just to be alive;
Get them closer to the things for which they strive.

Pack up some warmth and give it away for free,
It's hard to come and ask for food on your knee.
So for those who would spend the night with hunger,
Leave them what they need to eat and get stronger.
To those in ill heath, the sick and the weak;
Give hope and healing and all the kindness they seek.

For myself I ask that only one thing be:
I find myself a girl 'neath that tree.
I do not need much other stock,
You can even put her in that Christmas sock.

That's all I ask for Santa, though I'll admit,
Even a list like this is quite a bit.
I hope you can fill it all, but if you can't, I understand;
Not all in life goes as we have planned.

Oh, before I forget, there is one thing left to do:
Wish a Merry Christmas to all, and especially to you.

-- BR, December 24, 2006

2 Comments:

• At 7:34 PM, December 29, 2006,  Unknown said…

  P.S. Santa if you've got time to spare,
  I could use a favor if you care.
  This year I ask for a chicken bone,
  to kill the man with a heart of stone.
  This is cruel I know, but if it helps,
  The man I refer to the Reverand Fred Phelps.

   

• At 5:53 PM, January 03, 2007,  Aaron Brant said…

  A letter to Santa you can write if you like.
  Sometimes it works for boys and their bike.
  But I have found him quite unrealiable of late.
  He certainly fell thru when I asked for a date.
  The wonderous mystery of a fat man in red,
  Is really quite wonderous for a kid in his bed.
  But for things that really matter,like life and like love.
  I find it works better to look up above.
  For God hears our prayers, no matter the time.
  And the postage to heaven won't cost you a dime.

   

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