Last night I just couldn’t get to sleep.
I tossed and turned all night,
cause Santa Claus is coming soon,
which fills me with great fright.
You see, I’ve done some things this year
that now — I sure regret,
and thinking of those things I’ve done
is making me now fret.
I think I’ll write to Santa Claus
and tell him I feel sad
about the rotten things I’ve done
which I know now were bad.
I shouldn’t have said that certain word!
I shouldn’t have tripped those kids!
I shouldn’t have wrecked Mom’s dinner
loos’ning salt and pepper lids.
I shouldn’t have hidden in the shed
to scare my dad and mom,
and putting worms in Ashley’s shoes
was nothing short of dumb.
I shouldn’t have brought my frog to church!
I shouldn’t have set him free!
I shouldn’t have laughed when Freddy
hopped upon that lady’s knee!
I’ll tell St. Nick I’m changing.
I’ll do things folks will like.
I’ll tell him it’s a promise IF —
he’ll just bring me that bike!
This poem was first posted in April 2020.
4 thoughts on “Regrets”
Uh-oh. I don’t know if extortion is a good idea at this point in the game…
We’ll find out tomorrow if it worked!
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That is a PERFECT illustration! We all regret things sometimes, I guess. He sure sounds to have had fun doing those things, though.
MERRY CHRISTMAS, A.J.– AND TO ALL YOUR FANS, TOO!
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Thank you Ms Lukes! I hope you and your family have a wonderful Christmas.