Monday, December 22, 2014

holly jolly gloom

Santa Prayer

Santa hovered close and said,
“Why all the flies around your head?
Why all the thumbtacks ‘round your bed?

Your wishlist said you want a pony.”

“I got candy stuck among my hair
They pull it free and pluck me bare
The tacks are so intruders spare

This sparse and lonely thing.

The pony – so glad you got my list!
I prayed so hard I split my lip.
Is Snowflake waiting outside for me?

Or, maybe I’ll name her Cinnamon.” 

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