Lyrics

DEAR SANTA
Jeff Pedigo/Parrish Stanton

I?ve been working as a Santa for thirteen years at Macy?s
We see hundreds of kids a day, you know it gets kind of crazy
Last night I came home and found a note tucked in my coat
From a little girl named Joy, and here?s what she wrote

Dear Santa, I hope you get my letter this year
Writing from a shelter feels kind of weird
My parents started fighting, I got really scared
So I called 9-1-1 and they brought me here

Santa I?m sorry to write you like this
I hope you can read through my tears
I?m going to send you a new kind of list
Things I don?t want this year
Things I don?t want this year

I tried to be a good girl, I promise I tried
But I spilled chocolate milk and started that fight
When Daddy hit mommy, she cried out my name
Can?t help but thinking I am to blame

No Barbie, no make-up, no easy-bake oven
I hope you can read through my tears
No pushing, shoving, no punching and cussing
Things I don?t want this year
Things I don?t want this year

Just when I thought it couldn?t get any sadder
Here?s what she wrote in the rest of the letter

When you go to heaven, Santa, to give the angels their gifts
Will you please give Mommy and Jesus my Kisses?

But No Barbie, no make-up, no easy-bake oven
I hope you can read through my tears
No pushing, shoving, no punching and cussing
Things I don?t want this year
Things I don?t want this year
Please, no more this year