Mr. Up-To-Date Boy

Dear Santa Clause, please don’t bring me

     The same old things this time;

I’m tired of toys that make a noise,

     And picture books that rhyme.

I’m tired of wooly dogs and cats,

     And rubber dolls that squeal;

If you’re to bring me anything

     Please sir, it must be real.

I want no more of make- believe,

     I’m eight years old, you see;

Those silly toys will do for boys

     Not near as old as me.

I want a special parlor car,

     A private railroad track;

A silver mine, an airship line

     From here to Mars and back.

A wireless outfit, if you please,

     Put in your funny sleigh,

You see I might want you at night,

     Or any time of day.

In fact, dear Santa, bring the earth,

     Naught else for me will do;

And after I select the pie,

     I’ll give the plate to you.

Oct. 10, ‘08