The Christmas Present

I used to love Christmas Eve. I am allowed to open one present from underneath the tree, but last year I opened the wrong present. I unwrapped the poem book. I wish I hadn't opened it, then Daddy wouldnt read to me.

Daddy says that I'm his little Angel. He says he loves me more than mummy and thats why he reads to me. The poems in my book are short. I wish they were longer. When Daddy stops reading he gives me a special cuddle because he loves me so much. I dont like his special cuddles because they hurt. Daddy says our special cuddles are secret. I must not tell any one especially mummy.

Every time Daddy gives me a special cuddle i turn to the last page in my book. Daddy says
'Just look at the picture and it won't hurt.'
I look at the picture so hard, but it still hurts. I wish we had snow. I would love to see father Christmas and his reindeer. Sometimes I wish father Christmas would come and take me away, but I would miss Mummy. So just while daddy gives me a special cuddle, I pretend I'm on the sleigh. Im sat next to father Chistmas looking after the presents. We fly over the houses dropping gifts outside the front doors.

Tonight I will wait for father Christmas. I will ask him for one present - a new daddy. I know new daddy's are hard to find. If he cant get me a new daddy then I will ask him if he can take me and mummy to Lapland on his sleigh. Maybe I can work with the elves wrapping presents. I will write a little note on the childrens books...
ONLY FOR MUMMY'S TO READ.