A Grandad’s Letter to Santa.
It’s been a long while Santa,
since I last wrote to you.
I would have been a little bloke,
with not much else to do.
I wrote to you religiously, well
what else can I say.
That you must have been too busy,
to drop in on Xmas Day.
I’d run down to the fireplace,
to see what I could see.
Then like every other time,
there wasn’t much for me.
Now, I don’t want you to feel guilty,
or even a little sad.
The years have flown by quickly,
and now I’m an old grandad.
There’s nothing you can deliver,
I think I’ve got it all.
The years since then have shown me,
the writing on the wall.
It’s not all about the presents, food
or an evergreen tree.
It’s about what life and people,
have really given to me.
So, this letter is for the things I want,
for my grandkids across the sea.
When you leave your sack of presents,
in their lounge room warm and snug.
Can you leave them both the essence
of their grandad’s loving hug.
I know they’ll have a truckload,
of toys and food and things.
But not the love and happiness,
that a grandad’s presence brings.
So I wonder if amongst the joy, of their
snowy Xmas Day.
That you can leave my little gift,
to see them on life’s way.
Please Santa, can you tell them,
though I’m way across the sea.
That their grandad misses them dearly,
and the love…
Well it comes from me.