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.”