From My Lips To Santa's Ears

WHAT I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS I don't make my intentions public But I'll voice it all to you Though I know you really don't exist I'll pretend that you actually do So for Christmas this year What I want from you Is family reconciliation So please see what you can do I have some family members Who haven't spoken to me for three years There is no bed of warm embers Just my pillow wet with tears Saint Nick, if you're out there Bring me closure for my tears MY NAUGHTINESS My story may not be funny Nor even naughty like so many But Mama didn't like it all And as for laughing, she did not any I'll never forget that Christmas My brother got a train He wouldn't let me play with it My begging was in vain So when no one was looking I threw it in the fire Mama's anger burned even hotter I felt her sternest ire So, Santa Claus you can see Why you don't exist to me WHY I DESERVE REPRIEVE Yes, Santa, I was naughty Although years ago I'm asking for reprieve So grant it, HO! HO! HO! I know I'm out of kilter With what I'm asking you But I've been real good a long time Hoping to hear from you I know I said I don't believe And while I never will I'll keep on pretending That you're actually real Surprise me with a gift card That shouldn't be too hard 3 December 2017 For contest sponsored by Phillip Garcia