Musings by The Poet Loriet
Dear Santa, I Want It All
I sat on Santa's lap
today . . .
and told him that life
has gotten a little
more complicated
since we last met
and I requested
a Barbie Dreamhouse.
"Santa," I said,
"I need a plan, a man,
money, friendship,
health and help--
LOTS of help"...
There was a very
prolonged silence
as Santa
ran his fingers
through his beard,
stroking it
absentmindedly.
"My dear,"
he began softly,
"this is why
I stick to kids.
Their dreams are easy
to make come true."
He held me on his lap
as I cried,
then offered
one final goodbye hug,
signifying the end
of a beautiful
friendship.
He walked North.
I walked South,
and left a trail
of Sno-Cap tears
as his Ho-Hos
faded
into
the
distance.
Lori Beal
today . . .
and told him that life
has gotten a little
more complicated
since we last met
and I requested
a Barbie Dreamhouse.
"Santa," I said,
"I need a plan, a man,
money, friendship,
health and help--
LOTS of help"...
There was a very
prolonged silence
as Santa
ran his fingers
through his beard,
stroking it
absentmindedly.
"My dear,"
he began softly,
"this is why
I stick to kids.
Their dreams are easy
to make come true."
He held me on his lap
as I cried,
then offered
one final goodbye hug,
signifying the end
of a beautiful
friendship.
He walked North.
I walked South,
and left a trail
of Sno-Cap tears
as his Ho-Hos
faded
into
the
distance.
Lori Beal
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Dear Santa, I Want It All
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