My Mama said for Christmas I can ask for anything,

And if I’m well behaved then it might be something Santa brings.

A ball, a bike, a bouncy house, a book, or blocks to build.

Santa could make all those things to keep his sack all filled.

But I know what I want this year — what I really want to get.

Im saving it for Santa’s ear, I haven’t even told Mum yet.

So off to the mall we go, Mum drives with bleary eyes,

I still haven’t told her yet, I’m keeping the surprise.

We wait in line, then up I climb to sit on Santa’s knee,

“Mr Claus can you please bring my daddy back to me.”