Santa’s wish list
I’ve never thought it pleasant
asking Santa for a present
even though I’m really longing for a bike.
So while I’m sitting on his knee
and his attention’s all on me
I ask the man what he would really like.
Santa’s taken out a list
just to check that nothing’s missed
and I’m madly writing all his wishes down.
Some snazzy luggage racks
to hold those heavy-duty sacks
he lugs around at night from town to town.
He has now gone on to say
that he would really like a sleigh.
His other one, he says, is getting old.
A turbo-charged two-seater
with a super-duper heater
to protect him from the bitter arctic cold.
Dasher’s girth has lost its casing,
Rudolph’s harness needs replacing
and he says that he had better add as well
That Donner, Comet, Prancer
and some other deer called Dancer
all need a new and flashy-looking bell.
His list just keeps on going,
his demands on me are growing.
This really is becoming quite absurd.
The requests are getting stranger,
now he’s asked me for a manger
that is big enough to feed his treasured herd.
He’s still got several pages,
he’s been going on for ages
and I’m not sure I can get him all this stuff.
He’s talking now of brandy
and some special brand of candy
but I’ve hopped down from his lap. I’ve had enough!
© Jenny Erlanger