Christmas

I await Santa,

This year on Christmas.

I am writing for presents,

Under the tree called X-mas.

The tree is studded with,

Bells and candy sticks.

I wish Santa's eyes on it,

Get transfixed.

What will I get this year,

A charcoal or a plaything.

Nothing but I wish is,

A beautiful ring.

I have been very naughty,

So I have a fear.

Santa would give me charcoal,

Umm! I shall be better next year.