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.”