Dear Santa; A Letter From A Mama

Dear Santa,

I have a confession to make.
It doesn't make me proud.
Whenever my home is chaotic,
and my children are being loud--

I search for a place to hide,
to take a little break.
To take deep breaths and drink a Coke,
until my joy's no longer fake!

But my children are so clever--
They keep finding me!
Hiding places are becoming scarce--
a good one is a rarity.

After weeks of looking all around,
I think I got it right.
MY BEDROOM CLOSET is dark and quiet,
but void of any light!

So when you drive your sleigh to my house,
under the cloak of night,
Remember a simple gift for me...



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