Dear Santa, as the season’s here
And just to keep in touch
I thought I’d write you every day…
I’m after nothing…much.
I’ve been a good girl all the year,
Or if not, I forget,
Or maybe she just didn’t see…
Or hasn’t caught me yet.
I’ve tried to help with household chores,
I’ve laundered all my balls,
I’ve chased the pigeons from the shed
And spiders from the walls.
I’ve done the food disposal job;
The stuff she left, I ate…
(Although she’d left it in the fridge
And not upon my plate.)
I’ve learned I shouldn’t bark at cows
Unless they come too near…
(Though any cat that trespasses
Will flee in mortal fear.)
And yes, I know, that cupboard thing,
I wasn’t going in
To help myself to treats and stuff
‘Cause that would be a sin…
So Santa, if you wouldn’t mind,
The baubles on the tree…
Could this year they be tennis balls…
And all of them for me?
P.S. Laughter Lines would make a great Christmas gift…