Every Tiny Tim

Its Christmas time again All around the world And right here in my living room Old dog’s lazed out on his mat by my fireplace Dreaming dog dreams of a bone or two To be found on Christmas morning, While old Tom Cat purrrrrrs, in heaves, In my, his, lazy boy chair Dreaming cat dreams of his favorites, too. In every country kid’s letters are Being read to fulfill their wishes, high, As moms and dads look in their eyes, Forgetting naughtiness gone by. And there are those who will go through These days and nights that come around And they can see no change from yesterday Or days they suffered through in June or July. So, drop a five or ten in kettles red, A smile or two to faces met, A “Hello! How are you?” to someone new And say a prayer for everyone And every Tiny Tim. W.C.Hull © 2009-23-12-673 (D) 106