A Letter To Santa	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