Matea Gredelj:

My letter to Santa was clear, and as honest as it could be: to bring me true love which will put a smile on me. On Christmas morning, when I looked under the tree, there was the cutest puppy looking at me. The love made just to make me happy.

Maja Ivanović:

“It's almost morning. Honey, what if they don't like them??”
“We've taught them not to be hung up on gifts.”
“I know, but still... I want them to be happy... Just look how peaceful they are while sleeping... If only I could give them the world... That's my Christmas wish.”

Ali El Baghdadi:

New Year is near
Seeing old friends, makes me shed a tear
Snow's falling, Christmas is in the air
I'm whispering my Christmas wish, but nobody's there
My words go quietly into the air
But when I close my eyes, all I want is there
To be home at last

Nikola Nesvadba:

It's winter, that time of the year
Mayans say, the end is near
Snow is falling, usually the wrong time
And yes, I'm using rhyme
It is cold, but it's ok
Because it's not hot, and that's gay*
I wrote a poem, I don't know why
It's so lame, bye-bye

I jedna anonimna:

They're taking us to the mall again. Apparently, this time we should find something we like and write to Santa about it. We'll find presents under the tree on Christmas morning.

What she doesn't know is we've already got all we've ever asked for: her and daddy – our new parents. 

*happy and full of fun