Darling Santa

I didn't have to look through color-categorized catalogs

Or watch campy midnight infomercials

You will never find my wish on the back of a box

Of Captain Crunch with extra berries

There isn't much thought at all put into my simple request

Although it has proven time and time again

To be something made from imagination

Living in a place where dragons breathe and fairies dust the treetops

Listen Santa - Darling, Punkin, Sweet Pea, Sugar Pie, Honey Bun

I will leave you eight dozen of my famous chocolate chip

And six gallons of vitamin D fortified full-fat milk

I will even go to mass at least six times next year

If you can fulfill this one little ask that I have scribbled here for you

"Please, can you make 2017 the year

When all hell stays caged and content in its place

A year that I need not be tested to the brink of insanity

And a year in which we can all enjoy the love that surrounds

Without the fear of survival beating it into submission

Leaving it with a dunce cap in the corner

As if it were in a place where

It weren't allowed?"

Love Always,