Dear Santa, Sincerely, one tired mom

A poem to those on the other side of Santa

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Dear Santa, sweet darling, when you read this I'm sure
You won't take it personal, just a letter of cure

When piling those presents under the tree in a heap
Please do it quietly, those kids are asleep

After you drink all your milk, wash the glass in the sink
the frost from the cookies make it turn pink

Those cookies I'm sure were your perfect choice
Please clean up the crumbs, remember my voice

We mom's help you out and you know this is true
When kids ask for something out of the blue

Last minute decisions, how much did we spend
Are the gifts all even?, a hand you could lend

Please wipe your feet on the rug I laid out
To bed they all went with not even a pout

Dear Santa, we're trying to keep you alive
We know not the moment our house you'll arriveI
'll write you next year, I'm sure I'll be calm
Right now, dear Santa, I'm sure one tired mom

PS.Jiggle all the way, but don't wake those kids!