This Christmas we are 50. Sis Mary said you might not bring enough presents because the elves have been sick like Jimmy. Please bring a new sock for Tommy and a new coat for Jacob. I almost forgot; please bring a new mummy for the new boy. He cries every night and there is no more spare bed in the Orphanage.
All I want for Christmas is for Daddy to be happy. When he is happy, he plays with me and mummy is happy. When daddy is sad, he hits me and makes mummy cry. Please Santa, make my daddy happy forever and ever.
All I want for Christmas is for step-daddy to stop. Please Mrs Claus, make him not come to my room when mummy goes out at night. It hurts when he comes and this Christmas I don’t want it to hurt.
All I desire for Christmas is an answer
to my silent prayer to be answered.
The silent prayer I whisper for all children
to keep them happy and joyous,
safe and protected,
imagining and believing,
believing in a perfect world ,
of unicorns and fairies.
Silent prayer for every child
to be a child and live as one.
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