Letters to Santa

Hello World,
So, I know its been a long time. Life has been...well life. In case you haven't heard I'm two and one now (this means 21 in my language). It doesn't feel different, except now people like to say I'm an adult. I still don't feel like one--go figure.

So, lately many thoughts have been dancing around in my head. Mostly to the tune of Little Drummer Boy, but sometimes to the Nutcracker. Most of these thoughts, per usual, have been centered around my beloved and what  life will become when she leaves me. Yes, it has become when rather than if. The feeling that this tragedy of love is actually inevitable has finally started etching itself in the bone of my skull. It's backwards since I can't see inside my head, but it's there nonetheless, projecting right side up on my retinas. You'll understand that eventually. 

So here I sit, dreading the "End of the World," which for me probably won't come long after the projected date--in case you couldn't tell, I don't think it'll really happen, but who knows--trying to think of ways to console myself before she leaves me. Obviously, since most of you know me, you know that this attempt at soothing myself isn't working. So I'm just replaying all the scenarios in our relationship that led up to the off-kilter, crackling beat of my heart and contemplating the event that will, inevitably, break it.

So as I sit here, trying desperately not to convince her that I am--which I do indeed believe-- absolutely and completely perfect for her in every way and that I will love her until the day I die despite our "vast" threshold of differences and the struggles we may have to go through to stay together that will IN FACT make our relationship that much stronger and worth while and that no matter what she or I may think at the moment we can--and perhaps will (or is there no room for hope?)--make it as a couple--I happened upon the fact that Christmas is quite literally a week away.

SO, I managed to think up a stupid little ditty of Holiday themed nonsense to impart upon my gracious audience (the three of you truly do make my day). 

So here it is my little Tulips (if your a boy perhaps you would rather be a Pine Cone or something else particularly genderless?). Do enjoy:

Letters to Santa
Santa my friend, as I have said before,
you do not come knocking,
nor ringing a bell.

And I think it quite rude, if you can tell,
that you would slide down my chimney,
all covered in soot,

knock over my Yule log,
to proceed on foot,
into my living room soiled with black,

and put stolen goods
that you've pulled from you bag,
under my tree for me to take blame!

This is not good.
No, it's not good at all.
In fact it is wrong,

And it is cruel and it is mean.
Because then, you proceed
to flee from the scene!

You claim you have reindeer,
when I know the truth.
You've stolen, that sleigh
that you've parked on my roof!

No need to deny,
I've seen all the evidence.
My neighbors complained,
that you've broken their fence.

So Santa, be fair,
we've been good this year!
And don't you dare,
come breaking in here!

So, Happy Holidays my friends!!! I hope the world finally stops its crazy so that the season meant for peace and love can have just that.

Sincerely,
Infinity


P.S Yes, I do know that all my paragraphs (not stanzas) start with "so."