On the eve
Bedtime came early on Christmas eve
"Ok girls", tucked in and kissed, "it's time."
Of course we couldn't sleep, no really big crime
we counted our wishes, and we really believed.
Next mornin we tried bein quite as a mouse
sneaked down to a dark room and a tree
kinda said together, "Oh my, oh me."
Course our squealin woke up the whole house.
Momma came down, turned the tree lights on
then dad stumbled in, wearin a Santa hat?
"Daddy, what the heck is that?"
"Oh Santa left it for me before he was gone."
We waited that year, for once tried behaving
but saw tags with other kids names,
felt puzzled, Ok this is some kinda game.
"No children your gifts are here, these are for saving."
Bundled up warm, "Momma where are we goin?"
Told, "Just wait, you will see soon, maybe it will give you a lift?"
The car was loaded with all of them mystery gifts
wind was howlin, snow was blowin.
Dad parked the car, we were all ushered inside
there was kids there, some cryin, some screamin
seemed no way they could be dreamin,
but when we brought in the gifts, there was no way to hide
the smiles on their faces lookin at tags,
each got a gift I'd long remember
it was the 25th day of that December
and each too were handed a bag
Just trinkets we saw, some of em ours?
Yowee we we're gonna ask a lotta questions
but on the way home we heard the suggestions
"You have much, they have nothing enjoyed in empty hours"
We remained quite on the ride, feelin left out
got some gifts we really enjoyed
games, dolls, some other toys
but less than what we thought Santa was about.
It was the year I started to think, is it dad, just not fat
and asked if they could rewrap all we got
go back to the shelter and give em the lot,
"Oh and dad, please wear yer Santa hat."
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