Dear Santa,

Dear Santa,

Here is my list
Sad, but true
Everyone insists
That I am too old to believe in you

I want a mate
To stand by my side
Never knowing hate
Forever with me to abide

I want true love
Open and free
Soaring like a dove
In the summer breeze

Passion is a must
To keep my spirits alive
Much more than a passion of lust
Or emotions could die

Please Santa,
Place him under the tree
Next to all the toys
On Christmas Eve

---Sherry Lynn Hull Richardson