SANTA CLAUS
Is there really a Santa Claus
the boy asked his dad,
And does he really know
when I've been good or bad?
I've tried to be good this year
he said with eyes so full of tears,
I hope he would bring my mommy back
I even left him a great big snack.
I guess he didn't have any room
with his sleigh so full of toys,
But he could have left my toys out
My mom would give me much more joy.
His dad could not answer or
he would have told a lie,
His mother had been killed last June
How could he explain why?
Your Mom will always be
right here in your heart,
The Dad told the little boy
and thought he was so smart.
The little boy wanted more
He did not understand,
If his mom was right there in his heart
How could she hold his hand.
How could she give him kisses
Or snug him in bed at night
How could she hold him when he hurt
and make everything alright.
If Santa Claus is real he said
He is no freind of mine'
He brought me lots of toys
but left my mom behind.
Christmas was no fun this year
cause me and dad were alone
I think I'll write old Santa Claus
and ask him what went wrong.
Written By: Terry A. Mosley
Written :Jan. 24,2003
