A Letter to Santa
By P.B. Phillips

Dear Father Christmas,

 

I hope you and Mrs. Claus are both well and very happy.

I write to you with all sincerity, not beggy, crawly, or sappy.

 

I was naughty this year, I know I performed well below par.

I think it was because I emptied, almost every bar.

 

To atone, I promise I’ll be extra good for the next twelve months.

Even during an election, I won’t call politicians, a bunch of selfish little runts.

 

For a gift this year I would like, not that much at all.

I’ll leave it to your good judgement, to make the final call.

 

But If I have a vote, I’d like, just a little peace of mind.

A few hours free from being alone and for someone to be kind.

 

I expect I’ve not really earned it, I know I’m a hateful sod.

I talk kind of grumpy, and act a little odd.

 

But if you see your way clear, to deliver me, even just a little bit of love.

I will fall down on my knees, clasp my hands, and thank the Lord above.

 

Your Servant Sir

E. Scrooge.

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