My Christmas List

Dear Santa,
I don't want anything for Christmas
Not a plastic toy
or a lump of coal
I don't need oddles of candy
or bags of clothes
an expensive camera
or laptop
I don't even want to hear
the sleigh bells ring
All I really need
Is my baby under the tree.
a kiss under the misletoe
a snuggle by the fireplace

Thats all I want this year

Signed
Me

by Jasmine Thompson

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The song of Hiawatha spoke to me. It called to my native up bringing. It reminded me of when my sister was courted by a local villager when he chopped wood to marry her. That was the custom that we had where I came from.