A Letter To My Father

"Dear Santa i know Youre a busy person and i hope this leter tel you Wat i need. i need a fathel. Qu'ikly An 'though id rater be the unhapy person, itl beter To write you and say i believe on you. "So its jut no words, but my life and iam not a bery Sentiment 'bout fixes things. Wel, i mu'st e'plain 'Cause i dont want to confuse you. "Wat i try to say is for those e'raged Things and fru'trated love, and i'm jut as glad Youre not confused, and beside that, Wat el'e is there you think somethin' el'e? "But you mu't bring this father And if you dont, i'm not blamin' you by any magic Set or by the stormy-cart animals, as mysel'. The l'ast thing that woul' not happen. How'ver, i felt like i'm more part of your pa't Pickin' up on the street savage tongues who come to you And remove all your skin, i learn'd this from a book. "And i hate them so much Not only t'ey were oblig'd to kee' Their own na'ty pleashure over me but they hurt me too! "Was ever such a message wat i wanted, i oug't to ask? Please, reply it qu'ikly. From "The Nursery Dawn"