My Perfect Christmas Gift
On christmas eve I wait
sitting by the door
wishing he would come
but not hoping any more
In my heart I know he won't
so I don't know why I wait
I think that I should go to bed
it's getting awfully late
I wake up in the morning
to a damp pillow near my head
then I hear a voice down stairs
and I sit up in my bed
I run down the hall
to the living room to see
the greatest gift that anyone
could ever give to me
my father's sitting on the couch
it's then I finally know
that god listend to my prayers
all that's missing is the bow.
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