Santa

Santa When I was just a little boy And it was Christmas Eve Like all the other kids I knew I wanted to believe That somewhere there’s a Santa And somehow he knew me And if I could just stay awake He’s what I’d get to see But try as I might And you know I tried By latter that night I got all sleepy eyed And I’d fall asleep Before Santa would show So although I believed I just never did know But time passes on And now that I’m grown And it’s Christmas time And I’ve kids of my own And they want to know Is he real – Santa Claus? I think back to my youth And smiling, I pause I tell them the stories Of when I was young Of my Christmas trees And the songs that we sung And of some of the gifts That I once received Tags saying “From Santa” And how I believed And how I got presents For just being good How I tried to see Santa But I never could And the sleigh and the red suit And how reindeer flew How it felt to believe Never knowing what’s true Then they said that they heard That Santa was me I laughed and I smiled and said How can that be I don’t have a red suit, don’t have a red sleigh I don’t have a white beard, so what does that say I’m not saying I lied Never said he was real I just spoke from my heart How I used to feel Then I hugged them and whispered As I turned out the light Merry Christmas to all And to all a good night