A Letter To Santa
From my lips to Santa’s ear,
I sure hope he can hear.
My silent plea for intercession,
I don’t ask for any beloved possession.
I ask for the broken to be mended.
The pain and sadness to be ended.
I ask that he repair the rifts,
instead of salving then with expensive gifts.
I ask that he teach us the meaning of giving and receiving.
I ask that he restore our hope and help us with believing.
I long to see the sparkle return to my beloved’s eyes.
I long to stifle our plaintive cries.
I long to stop the seemingly endless worry
And replace his sadness with fervent joy.
I long for Love in wedded bliss
I long for his happiness.
I am searching for answers that won’t be found under a tree.
From my lips to Santa’s ear, please give us
calmness in bleak insanity.
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