Santa

I sit on Santa's lap

And ask for a pony

I've wanted one

For so long

Christmas comes

And I run to see

The Christmas tree

Missing the one thing I

wanted

I sit on Santa's lap

And ask for the new barbie

Mommy said

My chances are good

Christmas morning 

I run to see

My new toy

Waiting for me

I sit on "Santa's" lap

The boy in my class

Told me Santa isn't real

Christmas comes

I stay in bed

I sit on Santa's lap

and ask for a pack of cigarettes

Christmas morning

I don't know where I am

But my cigarettes keep me warm

I sit on Santa's lap

and ask where I am

But he Fades away

And I'm left alone

In my grave

Christmas morning

I get what I wanted all along

I dont wake up.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Using the wishes for Santa as a symbol for milestones that signify maturity, or rather, the worsening of the situation at hand. Perhaps the pain of losing grip on the fallacies that once led our lives and inspired us year by year. I like this.