Santa Came To Gorton

by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015 Santa came to Gorton, in the middle of the night The Moore kids were all sleeping, their eyes were closed real tight Climbing down the chimney, he’d leave the toys with care, then drink the milk, and eat the cake the children had left there A wooden train that dad had made, on the fret saw in the shed A ragged doll that mam had sown, before she went to bed an apple or an orange, would be in the stocking too and little books and puzzles, lots of stuff to do We never knew who’d wake up first and yell “he’s been, he’s been” and sort through all the presents, the best we’d ever seen then we’d fall asleep again, excited, and full of joy even if the best we’d got, was a little wooden toy That’s Christmas as I remember it, when I was just a lad in Gorton with my sisters, my mother and my dad We never thought we had missed out, on toys or love or food as far as we kids were concerned, we always had it good Mam and dad are gone now, and it doesn’t seem the same maybe it’s that we’ve grown old, a little bent and lame or perhaps it’s too commercial, a thing we didn’t know But Christmas is still Christmas, so let the love just flow.