Dear Big, mostly Little
It’s Santa you see
To talk about something not so great
Can it be?
By day you are both so mighty, so strong
I was hoping this nightfall report was all wrong
By watching, I noticed the shtick and the struggles
For Ema and Mommy who only want snuggles
Those 8 crazy nights flew by without a tussle
But Santa you know, has so much more muscle
My powers cover the actions of naughty and nice
You may just get gornisht; you’re rollin’ the dice
By mail I’ve read of the things on your lists
Your chutzpah dear kinder must cease and desist
Something must change when you climb into that bed
A time filled with shpilkes and unneeded dread
Please know shaineh maidels, that I’ve got your number
After brushing and flossing and primping for slumber
When the last pages of book is read and completed
Your Mommies, the neighbors, are all quite depleted
Kicking and screaming is never okay
It’s a shandeh especially at this time of the day
You must stop the geshrei-ing and crying you see
And drinking so much that you just have to pee
I know you’re not hungry; your belly is fine
Your eyes do not hurt; oh jeez, stop that whine!
Even boogers need rest at the end of the day
So leave them alone in your nose, okay?
Life in the Manor was quiet, serene
Before you two pishers came on to the scene
From now on kinderlech, no more meshugener making
Or your tchatchkes and presents will be mine for the taking
Be little mensches, close your eyes and gey schluffen
Leave the rumpus behind and there’ll be no more noodgin’
Nod off, conk out, cop some z’s, that’s my wish
Bubelah’s please, tuches ahfen tish!
