I am not good when it comes to articulation of words and that being said, I want to show you a poem I wrote for you. It's not much but it's from the heart.
Dear Santa, I hold this feather to write you a song,
For you see, I was not a good boy, I did something wrong.
I would gladly share, but it just doesn't feel right,
But I do regret, I often can't sleep at night.
My quick temper can get the worst out of me,
Surprise, surprise, chaos is all you can see.
As I said, I do regret for mistakes I've made,
And feeling of shame is the price I've paid.
On the bright side, I did some good, Oh, I did for sure,
And that counts as something, my intentions were pure.
I am ready to help others even if that pushes me to insanity,
And yes, some people will say it was done out of vanity.
There is not much ink left for me to finish the rhyme,
But I do seek present, for that there is enough time.
I wish for all people to be happy, in love and well,
And only you can achieve that with your magical spell.
Dear Santa, I hold this feather to write you a song,
For you see, I was not a good boy, I did something wrong.
I would gladly share, but it just doesn't feel right,
But I do regret, I often can't sleep at night.
My quick temper can get the worst out of me,
Surprise, surprise, chaos is all you can see.
As I said, I do regret for mistakes I've made,
And feeling of shame is the price I've paid.
On the bright side, I did some good, Oh, I did for sure,
And that counts as something, my intentions were pure.
I am ready to help others even if that pushes me to insanity,
And yes, some people will say it was done out of vanity.
There is not much ink left for me to finish the rhyme,
But I do seek present, for that there is enough time.
I wish for all people to be happy, in love and well,
And only you can achieve that with your magical spell.
