Dear Santa (Part 1 , 2013)

Dear Santa, This is my annual plea,
Maybe you are blind, and cannot see,
How my chin is smooth and bare,
Desperately in need of facial hair.

You know I’ve never asked you for much,
all i ask is that when i touch,
below my mouth above my neck,
that I would get more than a tiny speck.

I hope this is the last of my “no beard” chronicles,
I hope for a fruitful yield from my hair follicles 
So when I look into the mirror this time next year,
A glorious beard shall finally be here.

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