On Turning Six
I'm six next week and quite upset at what I heard today.
I think that life is rotten and it's mean.
'Cause Mummy said that Santa will not give us any gifts
When we get to the age of seventeen.
She said we'd still get presents from our family and friends
But that is not what makes a Christmas great.
It's getting gifts from Santa - that's what makes the magic work.
That's why I leave him mince pies on a plate.
Oh Seventeen sounds awful. So much worry, so much care.
'Cause when you're six it's fun to be alive.
There's no exams, no acne, and no girlfriends on the scene.
No six year old has ever learnt to drive.
I'm going to stick in primary and take my chances there.
Have fun with all the other girls and boys
And not become a teenager all gawky and un-cool
Then Santa will keep bringing Christmas toys.
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