
Please Santa, Please, just a piece of cheese, for me this Christmas dae, "you's" won't forget my twelfth birthdae,
Wander-in all dae long, last year's shoes hang-in on,
Stop-in near the barrel fire, old men eye-in the little ones with desire,
Please Santa Please, make the dreams good for me this Christmas dae, "you's" won't forget my twelfth birthdae,
Ly-in on my cardboard, try-in to remember how to weep, headlights and sirens sing-in me to sleep,
Some where i know kids play in the snow, wonder how it feels,
to play for real,
Please Santa, Please, if i wake up, this Christmas dae, please Santa wish me another for my thirteenth birthdae,
Thanks Mr. Claus, see ya next year, cause i got nowhere to go but here.
©Bruce Larson*Moore
12-95 Tok, AK