Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

I know I havn’t written since Nineteen Fifty-Two,

But lately I’ve been feelin’ sorta sad and kinda blue.

There’s trouble in the world and strife across the land,

And things have sorta gotten a little out of hand.

So as you pack your sleigh and head out on you way,

I’d just like to say, bring me yesterday.

Kids with rosy cheeks in their overshoes,

Never even caring about the latest news.

Stockings on the mantle full of little treats,

And not a hint of trouble in the city streets.

May each family gather around a fire so warm,

And never have to worry that some would do them harm.

Snow hanging from the trees, sleds and skates and skis,

No hostages to seize, someone to hear their pleas.

Garland on the wall, good will for us all,

No darkness and no pall, no bombs to ever fall.

Turkey, duck or chicken, just make it finger lickin’,

No viruses to sicken, and leave so many stricken.

Give us joy at last, it’s just a simple task,

Time is fadin’ fast, is this too much to ask?

LDT Christmas ‘23

Published by thillld