Dear Santa, I am writing,
This letter just for you,
Mum did it for me last time,
But now I'm big enough too.
I live with Grandmum now,
So I'm not where I used to be,
I just want you to make sure,
You still have a way of finding me.
Grandmum says you're not for real,
But I am writing just in case.
I wish something would be the same,
In this new and different place.
We don't have a Christmas tree,
Not even a little one like before.
No Christmas carols, no lighting flares,
I won't be doing that any more.
But Santa, I'm not complaining.
I know things sometimes change.
I'm just writing with a single wish,
Though it will probably sound strange.
If you'll give me this one thing,
I promise to be so very very good.
I'll do my chores and not talk back,
Just like a good boy should.
I don't want any toys or games,
Or a bicycle in shiny red.
I don't want a pony or a puppy,
Can I just have Mum back instead?


  Ben