I Saw Santa – A Modern Child’s View? Poem by C Richard Miles

On Christmas Eve, I couldn’t sleep,
So I thought it wouldn’t harm to peep.
I saw Santa, on the settee,
Sitting on my mother’s knee!

But I knew it would be bad
If I mentioned it to Dad.
I’d say nothing; I’d act dumb
And so, that way, I might keep Mum.

But other thoughts entered my head:
If I told, they’d both go red
And Mum and Dad would get a divorce
And Santa would marry Mum, of course.

So I’ll tell Dad and they will split
And that will be the end of it:
There’ll be more presents by my bed
If Santa were my Dad instead.