T'was the night before Christmas
and all though the house,
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse
I sat across the street,
watching their house in the cold.
While grampa sat telling me a story,
That he'd already told.
He told me about years before.
About when he was young.
But i was too busy watching the house
Feeling like my heart was stung.
Every year it has been the same,
Nothing different, nothing better.
The only thing that changed was that
my cheeks were only wetter.
As i watched their sweet family,
While they sat around a fire.
Singing songs till their throats hurt,
And then they'd sing higher.
I'd watch them till they went to bed.
Till they rested late at night.
When all I could see in their house
Was each glowing Christmas light.
I drempt of a day with presents.
A day when we had a home
But each morning we would all awake.
Once again just alone.
Hoping this year would be different,
I finally went to sleep.
dreaming of a house full of presents
That shook with my joyful leap.
Then something happened that night.
Something I'd never believe.
There was a girl standing in front of me
Who's bed she thought she'd leave.
She asked me if I was cold,
and i nodded that i was.
Then she gave me a warm blanket.
And a teddy, soft with fuz.
"He keeps me warm when I am cold."
She said, smiling, her full of kindness.
As she handed me her favourite toy,
To keep me company in the darkness.
I held the bear close,
Feeling safe already,
As me and the girl sat,
Playing with her teddy.
When the night had come to a close,
And the sun began to rise.
Her face lit up like she got an idea
One that out a tear in my eye.