Believing in Santa
By Joeysguy
At home it was
just my mother and me
When I was a
child we had a Christmas tree
That tree was
about two feet tall
It was on top of
the fridge against the wall
Mom would say,
you have to be a good boy
And
Santa would leave you a new toy
Christmas Eve he
would come but then disappear
And he wouldn’t
come again till the following year
I found out why
there was only one toy for me
Because my mom
didn’t have much money
As a child there
were things I never knew
I found out about
Santa not being true
Having a family
with kids and a wife
Again Santa was
back in my life
Telling my kids
go to bed and turn down the light
If you want Santa
to come tonight
Even our dogs got
a toy and a treat
It would be a
ball and something to eat
My wife and I
were able to give the kids more
Some from Santa,
most from a store
It’s been years
since Santa came by
The kids grew up
and my dogs did die
I haven’t had a
Christmas tree in my house
Since the year
that I lost my spouse
When I’m older
and in my second childhood
Santa will come
if I’m good
I’m asking only
for my wife
To be with me for
the little time left of my life
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