This year, I have been very good.
I'm doing all the things I should.
I help old ladies cross the street,
I do not gamble, lie or cheat.
(Except, of course, that time that
I
Thought up some stupid alibi
And blew the family's resources
At the racetrack on the horses.)
This year, dear Santa, I would like
A ten-speed gearbox mountain bike.
Made by Shirmano it must be.
(Please Santa, don't get cheap
on me.)
I'd also like whatever toy
Is making children whoop with joy,
(And parents face internal crisis
Paying the offensive prices,
And cueing for three days to get
One specially for their little
pet,
While knowing that on Boxing Day,
The wonder toy is pushed away,
And more excitement is derived
From the box in which the gift
arrived.)
A pair of pretty white pet mice,
A great big truck by Fisher Price
A Furby with pink fuzzy hair
That I can later teach to swear.
Some rollerblades, a xylophone,
A shiny silver mobile phone
(The ultimate accessory
For all above the age of three).
A Barbie Playset, one with lots
Of plastic bits and hooks and slots
That make the average parent tremble
When they set out to assemble.
Some Barbies too to go with it-
The one with her own makeup kit,
The Princess one should not be
missed,
Oh! And the marine biologist!
And last of all, oh Santa dear,
Since I've been VERY good this
year,
I'd really, really like to get
The entire Pokemon set!
That's gold and silver, red and
yellow
(And I expect them ALL, my fellow)
My little sister will turn blue
When I beat up her Pikachu!
Well, dear Santa, that is all.
I'll leave the light on in the
hall,
And milk and cookies out for you
To snack on as you're passing through.
It's getting late- I've got to leave.
I'll see you then on Christmas
eve!
Yours Sincerely,
Michelle.
P.S.- Oh yes, and if you see someone
Aiming a tranquiliser gun
Right at you from our apple tree,
Don't worry Santa- it's just me!