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.