Christmas Magic

There was no heat and the shelves were bare One step from the street oh how life isn't fair Laying her three children in bed and shutting off the light And thinking in her head I just can't win this fight Laying down on her chair with a tear in her eye This Christmas will be so bare as she started to cry No tree to be seen but one little gift for each When times are so lean it's such a bitter lesson to teach When on Christmas morning around six o'clock she woke to a noise It was a man with a loud knock and a whole lot of toys As she opened up the door he yelled out "Santa is here" She almost fell to the floor as yet came another tear He was a man from the parish who was told of her need Three kids missing Christmas just made his heart bleed Yes he had plenty but he too would be alone His kids he'd rarely see as apart they have grown So he took it upon himself to help out this one family But in sharing his wealth what a return he would see About to go on his way as his work was now done She said, "Please won't you stay, please, share in our fun"(Joy)