by Charles S. Kinnison
Dear Santa Claus: Please bring to me, A tiny little Christmas tree. I’ve never had one, you see– And I just thought if I would write a note to you, and say, “Please don’t forget me Christmas Day” You wouldn’t pass me by.
I wrote you last year–Don’t you know? But maybe you were busy though Or else your reindeers wouldn’t go– I don’t know what is was. But anyhow you never came– And I’m sure I signed my name– I’m Jimmy, Santa Claus!
I’m Jimmy Moore–have you forgot? I think you have–you’ve never brought One thing to me–but I just thought If once more I would write, A note, and ask you please to bring Not very much–just anything– Well I just thought you might.
I’d like some toys, but I suppose I’d better ask instead for clothes. And Santa Claus, my little toes stick right out in the air. And Gee-Ma-Nee! On days like these, I tell you what, I nearly freeze! But no one seems to care.
I guess that’s all I’d better say– But won’t you please, come past our way, And give me one real Christmas Day? Forget that we are poor! Our house is where it always was; Try hard to find it, Santa Claus! That’s all. From Jimmy Moore