Celia Vaughan

Dear Santa

I know Christmas has come and gone,
but I felt the need to write.
There’s something I did on Christmas Eve that just ain’t right.
I kind of nibbled on one of your cookies.
They just looked so delicious.
It was a gingerbread man with white frosting covered with candy.
It started off with just a bite.
But that bite was like heaven in my mouth.
The ooey gooeyness of it sent my senses flying.
I mean what’s the harm you get so many others.
But you also bring joy to the people of the world.
Which I guess deserves a cookie.
So what I’m trying to say is I’m sorry.
Next year I will try to do better.
Hopefully, my mom doesn’t make gingerbread men again.


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