Year after year I wait.
I am on time, he's always late.
"Be good", says dad day after day
I don't care if I am since I hope I may
join him if he drops by.
Bad children are not sweet and 'cause they are wrong
they go in the bag black Peter takes along
It's with him I want to be.
Black Peter is acrobatic and always happy.
My mother... She is mean and cruel you see
that's why I wait by the chimney
Next to my shoe, at sometimes it's a boot
which I filled with cookies, and a letter to explain
Why I want to come along to avoid the pain
My parents cause me since God doesn't care about me.
In the darkness and cold I wait.
It doesn't matter there's no fire
I don't care if he is late
As long as he crawls through the pipe and pays me a visit
If I can tell him I'm serious about it and show how fit
I am when
If I climb through the chimney to accompany
My hero black Peter and I'll promise and show I can
work hard an am a the perfect help for the holy man.
This is my entry to the daily 5-minute freewrite. The prompt is written in bold and provided by @mariannewest.