Dear Theresa, from Santa

Thank you Theresa for your kind missive,
informing me, yet again,
that as of 29th March 2019, you will no longer believe.

I'm sorry to be losing your belief,
but you really don't get the point.

By saying that on 29th of march you will no longer believe I exist,
YOU ARE ON THE NAUGHTY LIST.

By marrying a man who makes money from bombs,
YOU ARE ON THE NAUGHTY LIST.

For using those bombs to cause Syrian harm,
YOU ARE ON THE NAUGHTY LIST.

For universal credit,
ON THE NAUGHTY LIST.

For Grenfell's shame,
ON THE NAUGHTY LIST.

For the windrush fiasco,
ON THE NAUGHTY LIST.

THERESA, PLEASE, UNDERSTAND THIS.
It doesn't matter if you believe or not.

YOU ARE ON THE NAUGHTY LIST.

(and do not get me started on brexit)
Please don't write again.
Santa.