Going to visit Santa

Going to visit Santa

Hey Grandpa, are we going to the Mall?
I want to give Santa my new soccer ball!
He could give it away to a little boy
To open at Christmas, and have a new toy!

I’ll tell him all the bad things I have done,
And promise to obey Gladys, the nun.
I also want to ask for a bike or a car,
For Daddy to ride when work is too far.

Will Santa help the beggar on the street,
Give him some good shoes for his tired feet?
There is also our old teacher at school,
Her young grandson died; he drowned in a pool.

You've said nothing, Grandpa. Why is that?
I have mentioned nothing about a baseball bat…
Should I have asked him for a gift for me?
Perhaps he could patch up my left bad knee?

Hey Grandpa, why is Santa smiling so?
His round face is all lit with a clear glow!
He knows what I’m wishing? That cannot be!
I'm thinking about nothing, noting for me!

You’re right, Grandpa, he gave me a gift,
Promised to help others on his next shift.
Merry Christmas, Santa and everyone around!
Going to try my bat on the baseball ground!

Hanna © November 2003