He will answer...

For the victims of the Connecticut school shooting. All of my heart and prayers. 

Dear Santa

A common conversation starter

Around December

As carols are sung

And little angels scribe dreams

On lined paper

To someone they’ll never admit

They put right next to God

As they address heartfelt wishes

But we live in world

That intercepts Santa

By mixing up Christmas with the dates of Manson murders

Because the sicknesses

Have only become mental

Killing the world

 the black plague of imaginations

We are plagued

With those who believe

That our children deserve to see

Deathbeds before bunk beds

We are plagued

With fathers who believe that bullets

Are the only way to get to a child’s heart

We are plagued

With unanswered Santa letters

Or were they letters to God?

Because the purity of heart and mind

The innocence is being eaten alive

By insanity

Instilled in adult psyche

We have laid to rest Roosevelts and Kennedys

Voices that could’ve colored black and white

We have laid to rest common ground

Because with each lost dimple and dance on tiptoes

We have laid to rest life

Mothers who will never dress daughters

Daughters who will never steal lipstick from mothers

Fathers who will never play pigskin in the park

And sons who will throw to themselves

As more puzzle pieces disappear

Till the big picture is full of holes

And adults don’t write Christmas letters

Because all they can think to do is argue

Over the root of the situation

The left

And the right

Is it really worth the fight?

Because when it comes down to it

The only thing we’ve gained

Is loss

Children who will never floss

The two front teeth they wanted

As they watch a red Christmas

Instead of the white they’ve dreamed

Because Red is the only color that can comprehend to be seen

As their families decorate trees an empty green

Kicking themselves for kisses

They didn’t give on Friday morning

And never knowing Christmas spirit again

Because it will only be an

Anniversary

A Red Christmas

Cruel reality

And those little angels

Will meet the man they’ve been writing letters to

Long before they were meant to

And he will answer.