I used to write to you before
but somehow the burden of growing up
choked the believe in you.
Now looking at my New Year list
I realise it looks so much like
The list in the letters I last wrote to you.
Dear Santa my list has matured
My list is different now
but still the same –
the same, just different.
The toy moving train in the old list
has somehow become a Lamborghini Aventador.
The bride and groom doll
to play pretend wedding with.
has become a partner
to wed and live with.
It must be the work of the aging fairy
for I slept with the list under my pillow
one Christmas eve and when I woke
I was 40 years old with a list that
looks different but the same.
May be I’ll just post it to God.
I’ll let him give you the ones that can fit in your bag
while I send off the loan application to the bank
and my CV to those offices.
I’ll hold off contacting the wedding planner
Till I get a confirmation of the bride/groom.
The Grown Child