Santa, Dear...

Just because a little girl grows up, it doesn't mean she stops believing in the magic of Santa Claus... Her Christmas list may grow up, but her heart remains the same - hopeful and faithful...

Santa, dear,

listen here...

When I was a little girl,

I sat upon your knee.

With a hearty ho-ho-ho,

you looked down at me.

"Looks like you've been a good little girl,

what's the one thing you want most in the

world?"

"I'd love to have that baby dolly

with the bouncy curls."

You nodded and

with a candy cane

sent me on my way.

And I believed in you even more

when on Christmas day,

I unwrapped that lovely doll

and couldn't wait to play.

Now here I am,

all grown up,

balanced on your knee,

hoping you will ably grant

just one more wish for me.

I've been a good girl

all year long,

and the one thing I want

most in the world

is not a dolly,

not a toy,

but the affection

of that sweet boy.

I know love is Cupid's place,

but on your sleigh

will you have spare space?

Could you give him a ride,

bring him here to me,

let me find him

'neath my Christmas tree?

Or, Santa, dear,

better yet,

‘neath the mistletoe instead?

Oh, please, dear Santa,

hear my plea

and swiftly deliver

that boy to me.

Please, oh please,

don't make me blue...

Santa, dear,

I still believe in you.