Poem: Santa Had it Wrong, by Madelyn Christian Peterson

Santa tell me,
Do you only give material things?
Because my wishes are ethereal,
Saturn dreams.

Santa tell me,
Can I speak to your higher up?
I need a power that can grant me
True love.

This commodity game is driving me crazy
I need something money can’t buy,
I just want peace for my family.

My mom works two jobs,
Supports a son who is lazy.
Can’t see her grandchild
The toxicity is rampant.

Santa tell me,
What’s going on?
You bring toys for children
Adults have to buy.

Santa tell me,
Could you have got it wrong?
Presents aren’t what we need,
It’s hope for which we long.