My Christmas Present Poem by Ima Ryma

Santa Claus put me on his lap,
And asked me what I'd like to get
For Christmas, what gift to unwrap,
'Cause I'd been so good Santa bet.
'I'm good most of the time, ' I said.
'I want Dad to be proud of me.'
'Toys and stuff are nice, but instead, '
'I want Dad to come home safely.'
'He's in the army, in Iraq, '
'And he's been gone quite a long while.'
'I hope that soon he's coming back.'
'Look there, ' Santa said with a smile.

The gift I wished for - Santa had.
I turned around and there was Dad.