Dear santa
Prove if you're
real.
Cause if you're
really real you'd
help this town heal.
Santa wheres my father
that i wanted for christmas?
Or my brothers life that i
wished for that other
christmas?
Santa if you were real why does my cookies go stale?
Why don't I ever catch
you when I peek under the rail?
If you were real why does my mom buy all my gifts?
Is thatwhy some parents have to take a extra shifts?
All I'msayin' santa is that I don't believein you.
Because all thosewishesand letters are way past due.
From MyIner Agony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem