Christmas On the Other Side of Town

No gifts under the Christmas tree; His mother was mired in poverty. “Next year, Baby,” his Mom insists; He thinks he’s on the naughty list. “Sorry Santa, I was bad, Next year I’ll do better. If you think that maybe I improve, You can just use this year’s letter.” “I tired real hard to be a good boy, Thought maybe you’d give me just one toy. I helped my Mommy the best I could, She said she thought I had been good.” “But I guess you must have heard something else, Maybe something you were told by your elves. All of next year I will do my best To end up on your good boy list.” Over on the other side of town, Another boy had presents plenty, He turned to his Mom and Dad, And said, “I know a boy who won’t get any.” “Would you mind if I re-wrapped some gifts, And we delivered them to his home? I think he lives in a little house, With his Mommy all alone.” “I know there is no Santa Claus, But I think he still believes. I thought maybe for him this year Santa could be me.” His Mom and Dad gave him a hug And helped him pack the car; They drove to the other side of town A trip really not so far. He said, “Santa made an accident, And left these under the wrong tree. Imagine how surprised I was To see they weren’t for me.” The mothers hugged and shared a tear, Watching the two boys play; Both of them filled up with joy On this wondrous holiday.