I wrote most of this yesterday before receiving upsetting news last night. I have yet to hear anything positive on the situation, only a list of not-great possibilities… so things seem awful and I’m scared and in a bit of a panic. Because of that, I apologize for the darkness I’ve even injected into a letter to Santa. I don’t know how much more ‘bad’ I can handle. If you’re out there Santa… please save me. Maybe this letter should be going to someone else, but I think I believe in Santa more than I believe in him.
I know I’m running out of time…
but will you come through if my wishes rhyme?
I might be on the naughty list
but I’m hoping you will still assist.
This year has been an awful mess…
too much sadness, anxiety and stress.
But somehow I made it to December…
I’m not sure how I kept it together.
You know I never ask for much…
maybe some coffee and chocolates and such.
But this year, I do have a few requests.
You’re Santa so you’ve already guessed…
I don’t want toys or jewels or a blender.
What I would really like is legal tender.
I know that’s not your usual M. O.
But I sure could use the extra dough.
If not, there’s something else you can bring.
My small house needs a new wing.
Failing that, well, hmm… let me see…
How about you make next year easy?
I’m tired of the struggle and all the bad news
Come on, Santa, this one you can’t refuse.
All I want is for things to go right…
maybe in my darkness, just a little light?
I know I’m not special or anything like that
but I’ll lay out the welcome mat.
If only you could stop the flood of badness,
maybe I could get a break from sadness.
I may not deserve your kindness
And I know this letter is very childish.
Still, I find myself counting on you
to leave me Christmas but take the blue.
©2017 what sandra thinks