Dear Father Christmas Poem by A.E.K.G Navrilith

Dear Father Christmas,

This year I would like:


A water pistol to shoot my baby brother,
Some toffee to cease his cry,
Fake money so I can trick my sister,
With heads on either side,
Three chocolate bars,
Two woolly jumpers,
And a water slide,
Seven tiny spiders too,
To make my mother scream,
Football for my father,
And socks for uncle lee,
With Christmas round the corner,
The snow’s begun to fall,
I hope someone brings something small,
When the family come to call,
For bob the dog,
And me,
And all.
Mince pie for you,
Next to the Christmas tree.


Yours with glee,

ME.