Dear Santa,
What I want for Christmas is this:
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
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