All right reader, I know I’ve been all-consumed with my book, and seriously neglecting my blog updates. Well Nevermore! Okay, that’s probably not true. I’m certain some other project will ensnare me, and off I will be again to neglectful blogger land. But until that spark flies, I have prepared for your reading pleasure, a poetic letter to Santa Claus. Enjoy!
Express mail: North Pole
Oh Chris Kringle, Santa Claus,
Please bring me some tiny paws!
A fuzzy tail that waggles fro,
So I, too, can HO HO HO.
A little nose cold and wet,
I’ll go with ‘em to the vet!
I’ll buy kibble and a bowl
please come make my young heart whole.
Santa please bring me a dog,
I promise I won’t be a hog.
I’ll stop burning sister’s hair.
I’ll play tag the right way, fair.
Please, oh please, I want a mutt!
I won’t kick my brother’s butt.
I know the eve’s a ways away,
But could you come without delay?
With a dog I’ll never pout
If dear old Ma serves a sprout.
Hurry, hurry eight reindeer,
She’s cooking broccoli in here!
I send this wish most sincere,
Sent from me, coal list last year.