The Christmas Card

Dear Santa,

I made you this Christmas card.
In hopes you’d remember me.
I’m the one who tried so hard,
To be as good as I could be.

I kept good thoughts when Daddy was mad,
And hit me with his leather belt.
(Please don’t think that I was bad,
It was the beer that made Daddy's anger felt.)

Then there is my little brother,
But you see he’s only three,
He didn’t mean to break that vase.
I cried when he got spanked over momma’s knee.

He really is a good little boy,
So, please give him a Tonka Truck.
I want him to have at least one toy.
(This one might not be taken from him with any luck.)

Give my momma a new black purse,
Her other one got stolen away.
And can you give her back all the money,
That bad man took that day?

And can you help my daddy?
He really needs a job.
It scares me when he talks about,
The bank he is going to rob.

And all I want for me, dear Santa
Is to see my family smile,
On Christmas Day morning,
Even if for only a little while.

I’ve left you some milk and cookies,
Over by the Christmas tree.
And, by the way dear Santa,
Merry Christmas from my brother and me.

Author's Note: For a little post script on this poem please read "So This is Christmas?"  Thanks! Val