My Letter To Santa
Hi, Santa, I want a pile of North Pole snow
and I’d sure like to know if it’d be too hard
to make my present a fulltime body guard?
My big brother treats me bad, he’s so mean,
and I know he wrote you for a guillotine!
He does gross things with spit from his tuba
and always shoots me with his bazooka.
Please, a guard on the scene until I’m eighteen?
... CayCay Jennings
December 15, 2017
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2017
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