When Dad Reads The Christmas List

A boisterous range of indecisions,
Crash about inside your mind.
This years toys are all the rage,
The right one's hard to find.

Every page, in every catalogue,
Is circled, crossed and ticked.
So many good things there to choose,
There's not one you haven't picked.

This can only lead to disappointment,
Santa can't afford them all.
At least, not without a credit card,
Or perhaps a crystal ball.

Can't we take a few things out,
Knock them off the list.
What do you mean you can't do that?
There's something else, you missed!

Oh no! The list is growing!
That's not quite, what I had planned.
Mrs Santa's gonna kill me!
This is getting out of hand!

Barbie doesn't need a Penthouse,
With a lift to every floor!
Not if you get the football game,
With a board to keep the score!

I know I said to pick what you like,
And Christmas must be fun.
But just because they've change the colour ,
Doesn't mean, you need another gun!

You don't need to get a sun lamp!
You're too young to tan your face!
And you don't need shares in Virgin!
So you can go to outer space!

What the heck! A nail gun!
A Black & Decker drill!
I dread to think what you would do,
If I was standing still!

You've even picked a king size bed,
That won't even fit your room.
No wonder many Mums and Dads,
Are filled with Christmas gloom.

I think we need to compromise,
How about a cardboard box?
That sounds to me, like much more fun,
Whilst lounging, in your Santa socks.

With lots of pens and fancy colours,
With scissors and some some Sellotape.
We could even take the wrappers,
To make a Superhero cape.

Hold on to all those tears,
You know I'm only messing.
Since the day that you were born,
You have been a special blessing!

So to make the perfect Christmas,
Let's take a look online.
We'll try to find a bargain,
I guess that Barclaycard is fine.