Hey Santa
© 2025 Hey Santa, it’s me although I don’t expect you to remember my name and I’m not even sure if you real but all the same, somewhere up there is a little white cloud with my name soft and puffy warm and fluffy and far away from all this madness pretty please can you tell me how much longer do I have to pay? before I can go up there and stay on my soft white cloud far away from all this sadness? Or better yet I quite fancy coming to see where you live with your little Elves making the toys that you give it sounds pretty dreamy glitzy and gleamy perhaps I could have my own little sleigh to float around the Milky Way? Hey Santa, while we’re at it could you sprinkle some wisdom on these empty heads down here? I can’t deal with it and some are as thick as two bricks even worse, some lack heart and are busy tearing the Earth apart Please could you give the Animals a chance imagine someone shooting your reindeer for fun could the hunters not rather learn to dance and understand we are all ...