Dear Santa,

 

I want a suit by Hugo Boss,

Mohair with a silken gloss,

A Maserati painted blue,

Perhaps a Jaguar would do.

 

A Rolex Oyster gold and bright,

With tickets for an opening night,

Underwear by Calvin Klein,

Vintage Brandy, Grand Cru wine.

 

A Lear Jet with a private strip,

To pamper me on every trip,

Caviar on Melba toast,

Summer on a sun drenched coast.

 

A diamond clip by Faberge,

To chase those winter blues away,

A manly perfume from Dior,

A classic grade one credit score.

 

A fourteen meter sailing yacht,

That’s really not an awful lot,

A harbour on the Dorset coast,

A regal mooring fit to boast.

 

Some handmade shoes and socks to match,

A door the butler has to latch, 

A stately home and what is more,

A vista on an unspoilt shore.

 

To only eat with Michelin Stars,

A flunky who will park my cars,

A hairstyle to impress the girls,

And cufflinks made with perfect pearls. 

 

A Ruby ring so big it glows,

An intellect that really shows,

From Oxford just a first degree,

A rowing blue for little me.

 

A daily treatment at the spa,

A job as England’s pleasure tzar,

A big TV from Bang and O,

I’ll show the world the way to go.

 

But then I only need my health,

When all above is based on wealth,

A little kindness, gentle hope,

A little love to help me cope                      

 

A quiet time, some little peace,

A selfless soul that finds release

Well that’s my list, now time to pause,

So ‘just the last few’ Santa Clause!