Dear Santa

If I behave and rules I abide
On Christmas Eve, can I go for a ride?
It’s been my dream, since I was a kid
But climbing the roof, I always slid.

I saw you one time, under the tree
Afraid I ran, so you didn’t notice me.
I don’t want a doll made for a girl
I want to ride your sleigh, all over the world.

I don’t want a game made for a boy
A ride on Christmas Eve, is what I’d enjoy.
I’d take a ride over all of my gifts
I want to be in it, when Santa’s sleigh lifts.

Up off the roofs, to the home next door
Riding Santa’s sleigh, so much to explore.
I can be a helper, reindeer I can guide
If only I could get a Christmas Eve ride.

I wrote you this letter and made it a poem
Sent it with love to your North Pole home.
When it arrives, please respond fast
A Christmas Eve ride, finally at last.

Do you give rides Santa, on Christmas Eve?
Because if you do, I’m all ready to leave.

Written by Catherine Mellen ♡