Letter To Santa Poem by Octavian Cocos

Santa Claus, who come anew,
There's a lot I'd say to you...
I'm not asking gifts today,
Now it's time to take away.
With your bag come like a gust
And relieve me of my lust,
Take my dullness nice and slow
With your arm covered with snow,
Take the sadness from my chest,
The disquiet, the unrest,
Take my damned malignity,
All the spite and vanity,
The unbridled speech I've had,
My behavior rude and bad...
With your reindeers, on your track,
Take some winters off my back,
To extol you night and day
That you came and took away.