It is a cold winters night
and all through this place.
Something isn't quite right.
There's not a smile on a face.
The fireplace has been put out
and not a stocking was there.
The children had only doubt,
because they didn't really care.
They were told Santa was a phony
when their dreams didn't come true.
They would ask for a live pony
when a toy pony would do.
These children slept this night
not thinking that Santa came.
They didn't see the sight
as He called his reindeer by name.
Santa looked for their tree
and then looked for their socks.
There was no tree that Santa could see
as he pulled out a gift wrapped box.
A gift with each of the children's name
and wrapped up so very pretty.
He sat it under a picture frame
of their old Christmas in the city.
The children awoke on Christmas day
and came to see what they got.
Mom and dad came and what did they say?
These aren't the gifts that we bought.
The children's eyes looked so blank
as they heard what their mom and dad said.
They didn't know who to thank,
because they were told Santa Claus was dead.
The children were changed that day
as they felt the spirit of Christmas deep inside.
Mom and dad I heard the children say,
I don't think Santa Claus died.
I think we should be better next year
so He'll come and visit us again.
Mom and dad said yes with a tear
and we will surely welcome him in.
The children sat playing with their toys
as a knock came at the door.
Santa stood and said be good little girls and boys
and next year I'll bring some more.
The children smiled from head to toe
as they watched Santa and his sleigh fly out of sight.
They heard him exclaim there is something you should know.
I will be back again next Christmas Eve night.
So keep joy in your heart and a smile on your face
and next year put up a tree.
Leave your stockings hung on the mantle just in case
and some cookies and milk just for me.
I'll then come again Christmas Eve night next year
and bring you gifts as you sleep.
Then in your dreams this is what you'll hear,
"thank you for the joy that you keep"
I then when I'm done will slip out of sight
and to the next house I will go
saying Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night
HO HO HO HO HO.
©By Bill Pearce
Dec 20, 2002
and all through this place.
Something isn't quite right.
There's not a smile on a face.
The fireplace has been put out
and not a stocking was there.
The children had only doubt,
because they didn't really care.
They were told Santa was a phony
when their dreams didn't come true.
They would ask for a live pony
when a toy pony would do.
These children slept this night
not thinking that Santa came.
They didn't see the sight
as He called his reindeer by name.
Santa looked for their tree
and then looked for their socks.
There was no tree that Santa could see
as he pulled out a gift wrapped box.
A gift with each of the children's name
and wrapped up so very pretty.
He sat it under a picture frame
of their old Christmas in the city.
The children awoke on Christmas day
and came to see what they got.
Mom and dad came and what did they say?
These aren't the gifts that we bought.
The children's eyes looked so blank
as they heard what their mom and dad said.
They didn't know who to thank,
because they were told Santa Claus was dead.
The children were changed that day
as they felt the spirit of Christmas deep inside.
Mom and dad I heard the children say,
I don't think Santa Claus died.
I think we should be better next year
so He'll come and visit us again.
Mom and dad said yes with a tear
and we will surely welcome him in.
The children sat playing with their toys
as a knock came at the door.
Santa stood and said be good little girls and boys
and next year I'll bring some more.
The children smiled from head to toe
as they watched Santa and his sleigh fly out of sight.
They heard him exclaim there is something you should know.
I will be back again next Christmas Eve night.
So keep joy in your heart and a smile on your face
and next year put up a tree.
Leave your stockings hung on the mantle just in case
and some cookies and milk just for me.
I'll then come again Christmas Eve night next year
and bring you gifts as you sleep.
Then in your dreams this is what you'll hear,
"thank you for the joy that you keep"
I then when I'm done will slip out of sight
and to the next house I will go
saying Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night
HO HO HO HO HO.
©By Bill Pearce
Dec 20, 2002