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...

I COULD USE A FLASHLIGHT!