Dear Santa,

I saw you in the shopping mall
sitting in your chair.
Waiting for all the children
to find you there.

I couldn't help but notice
a little boy walk past.
His tear filled eyes
covered by a dirty hat

I watched in amazement
as he crawled up on your lap.
You asked him what he wanted
he said "just a nap."

His little body
was so worn out,
you let him lay there
he was all tuckered out.

He laid there for a minute
when his eyes popped open.
A smile on his face
he said "I'm going to heaven,

I'm tired of running."
he said with a quiver
"I'm tired of hurting,
my dad will stop never.

So I'm going to heaven
where i can live free.
Never to hurt again,
and always be me."

He closed his eyes
took one last breath.
This little boy,
now he can rest.  

Sincerely,

       Me