Please Mr Santa

Please Mr Santa

Please Mr Santa.

Daddy is fighting a war

The reasons for "why"

I'm not really sure.

My daddy's been sent

To strange foreign shores

Where Christmas is alien.

Good will is no more

Please wrap him in paper

And tie him with string.

Post him by airmail

To those who love him

If you can't find my daddy

In the vast desert sands

Re-direct my letter

To  Cameron’s  evil hands

Perhaps he and his government

Who roam around free

Will remember the pain

They caused my mummy and me.

Peter Wicks