A Letter to Santa
(After Christmas)
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Santa, I didn’t write, Dear
Cos you’re not and that’s super clear
I've been very good,
Well, the best that I could
And did you deliver? No fear

I ate all my greens
Yuky porridge and beans
Without ever once being sick
Even hugged Uncle Walter
And his cross eyed daughter
She really deserved to be kicked

Ignoring the wart on her nose
I kissed my old Auntie Rose
Said ‘Thank you’ and ‘Please’
Scrubbed my elbows and knees
And still I couldn’t satisfy you

I wanted a dog
Or a green jumping frog
A tortoise or even a cat
Not a red winter coat
You horrid old scroat
Clumpy shoes and a yuky old hat

As for you, you know what I think?
You’re horrible, nasty and stink
I don’t want to know
Feed you’re reindeer's with snow
Jump in to your sack, disappear
And don’t bother coming next year

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