A letter to Santa

 I want a dad that doesn’t drink
 Until he throws up in the kitchen sink
 I want a mum who doesn’t bark
 And kick and I hide from in the dark
 I want relations who don’t bicker
 Showing off to which one is thicker
 I want a brother I can look after
 That I can tickle with bursts of laughter
 I want a sister I can keep safe
 Away from those who in their deeds, chafe
 I want a way out of here to a sunny place
 Just a few hours to give my head space