Don't tell a soul.
It's my letter to Santa
Up at the North Pole.He thinks I've been good;
That's not quite the truth.
But I'm asking for lots,
Do you think that's uncouth?
I'm better than Tommy;
He sat on his brother.
Much better than Alice,
She barked at her mother.
Suzy doesn't deserve much;
She broke line at school.
Mason did much worse;
He said spitting's cool.
So compared to that tax collector
I think I've done swell.
Just don't compare me to Jesus,
Cause I'll deserve. . . .well, you know.
