Dear Santa

Thanks for always coming through

When my children were small and

Things seemed blue.

Thanks for understanding the day

I came to see you in the mall

I fell at your feet, and cried in your lap

you understood the pain of a poor mother.

All those times that you stepped up for my boys I am greatful.

Christmas is not a time of cheer for me.

I morn those I love and held so dear, times past and memories tears.

My children have all gone away. I never see them,

So my Holliday is just another day.

What I ask is if you can, take away this hurt, this ache, this loss I feel every year.

I get dehydrated from all these tears.

I just want the pain of loving and remembering to go away so it doesn't hurt and I can play.