A Bus Driver's Christmas

I’ll be home for Christmas But not the driver of my bus Busy dropping passengers home A modern Santa Claus. It’s Christmas Eve today He knows glad tidings in the air Delivering people to all who need To see their loving papa present there. He is happy to see them smile Happy for the children too Happy for some aged folk Would have had a Christmas blue. He serves, taking them home in time Before that midnight hour Children, old Santa, will not see Descend the cold, icy tower . The bus driver misses out on fun Forgetting his family joy at home : Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Doesn’t want to see someone else alone. He drops an old couple at their stop Exchanging a smile; greeting of peace Watches them walk to a closed door With aching in their hearts and knees. Suddenly, the door is opened with a roar Grandkids exuberant, welcome them in Now the Bus Driver’s happy to see Their Christmas is warm, his is cold within. He drives off to his last stop that night Lights a cigarette with a cup of tea, Drives his car to reach him home In church, his family Christian devotees. Alone he sits, gazes at the clock Waiting for his family, all in glee Thinks about all the happy folk That made his Christmas brighter be.