Believing In Santa

Believing in Santa By Joeysguy At home it was just my mother and me When I was a child we had a Christmas tree That tree was about two feet tall It was on top of the fridge against the wall Mom would say, you have to be a good boy And Santa would leave you a new toy Christmas Eve he would come but then disappear And he wouldn’t come again till the following year I found out why there was only one toy for me Because my mom didn’t have much money As a child there were things I never knew I found out about Santa not being true Having a family with kids and a wife Again Santa was back in my life Telling my kids go to bed and turn down the light If you want Santa to come tonight Even our dogs got a toy and a treat It would be a ball and something to eat My wife and I were able to give the kids more Some from Santa, most from a store It’s been years since Santa came by The kids grew up and my dogs did die I haven’t had a Christmas tree in my house Since the year that I lost my spouse When I’m older and in my second childhood Santa will come if I’m good I’m asking only for my wife To be with me for the little time left of my life