Dear Santa, I hope This poem of mine Finds you well. Are you taking your vitamins? Do you listen to Mrs. Santa? It's no use getting her mad. It's been 20 years since my Last letter to you. My, how time flies... I won't be asking you For another Barbie doll, So don't worry. Actually, now that I'm older And certainly not much wiser, I came to a conclusion. I've no idea what to Ask of you this year! Quite a shock, isn't it? To be honest with you, Santa, I don't need nor want much. How very mature of me. Hopefully, the kids you bring Presents to are more on the Nice than on the naughty side. Naughty kids also deserve Some kind of gift. Motivation to be good. And with this, I bid you adieu, dear Santa! Keep those children happy! Sincerely, E.