The three gift; Santa has not
I dreamt; I met the Santa.
Who made me sing his stanza!
He said; sharing was his agenda
So, I thought of what I could order!
I asked him just, but a three
Hoping, he would give, all for free
I said this; only not by wish!
Cos from him, I strongly beseech!
I asked for an insult,
But, he said, he had none sort.
What about a slap?
He stretched instead; a cap.
Sitting, on his lap.
He taught me how to clap.
But; asking for my third wish!
He said; it’s just too sick.
Cos I demanded nothing, but a kick!
I played with the whitty man.
Cos, he cares for a kidding child.
Though, his appearance was too rare.
Cos he appeared all with beard!
Santa; he said, was an abbreviation!
What none knows; if I fail to mention!
But let me relief you of your tension!
Cos, [SOMEONE.ALWAYS. NICE. TO. ALL] is its definition!