Santa, you’re coming na?
To which I need to mail my wish-list
Millions of mails are sent every year
Rudolph, the secretary asks, to wish in gist
Mails get spammed,
As Santa dislikes the bad ones
Must say, unlike the Indian government
Who even feeds the man with the guns.
Have I been bad?
That Santa doesn’t visit me
A question frequently asked now,
Replacing, “Why this Kolaveri Di?”
Dear Santa, do come this Christmas
Been waiting since 15 years.
Assure you, you’ll not be thrown shoes at
Please do come, have no fears.
I have always hoped
if Arctic Airways flies over me
And Santa lands up in my basin
Here, I don’t have a chimney.
Santa Claus, you’re coming na?