Please, Santa

Santa, rewrite after rewrite

I’ve tried to tell you

How the best intentions

Don’t always get you through

You can only serve one Master,

And there is a higher power than you.

I love the Christmas glitter,

The shiny and the new.

And the baby boy who was born

Whose mother would watch him die in public view.

And Santa, I have no excuses

Because the Man upstairs already knew

How all my good intentions and faith

In Him above over all his minions

Is what in the end gave me a new life

And clearly saw me all the way through.

So, bring on the festivities

I really wish you would

Keep me on your list

Because I did the best I could.

Thank-you.

Love, Liz