Dearest Mr. Santa Claus Heywood Banks

Oh my dearest Mr. Santa Claus

I am writing you because

There seems to be a problem with your staff

You may or may not be aware

Or even worse you do not care --

At any rate, there is no cause to laugh

I gave it to my mother

A specific list of toys to bring around

But when I woke up Christmas morn

It was an obvious clerical error that I found

If you look on page number twenty-two

Under the heading of "Rocket Packs"

There's no way a personal jet-propulsion device