when Santa asked me what I wanted for Christmas,
I didn’t get it.
When the Easter bunny asked me what I wanted for Easter,
I didn’t get it.
When my family asked me what I wanted for my birthday,
I didn’t get it.
Do you know what I want?
Death.
So when death asked me what I wanted for new years,
I got it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem