CHRISTMAS 1955
"Christmas is coming!" they shouted with glee
All of the class, that is, but me;
The teacher didn't notice; she was too busy
She said all this craziness made her so dizzy.
She hugged all of us and gave us some candy
I left her class last, just behind Randy;
Cold wind hit our faces as we ran down the hill
To await Santa and stay warm from the chill.
I had not mailed Santa's letter just yet
As I knew at aged 7 it was a sure bet...
That he wouldn't be stopping at our house this year
And for church I would have nothing new to wear.
I'd heard mommy say to my daddy one day
That this year our horse didn't even have hay;
So when asked what I wanted Santa to bring
I told my teacher "Hay for our horsey, named King".
We all went to bed with our stockings hung up
And left out for Santa some soup in a cup;
Wind blew as we slept, three to a bed
"Try to pray & relax" my big sister said.
I woke up at dawn and looked all outside
Snow everywhere, both near, far and wide;
I saw the barn door opened real wide
And it was then that I looked way up in the sky!
A sleigh was just leaving and I saw Santa Claus
He waved to me and I waved back because..
I wanted to thank him if he'd brought any hay
I wish he could hear what I had to say.
My sister's voice said "Awake and get up!
I've been downstairs and we've got a new pup!"
I guess I'd been dreaming and missed Christmas morn
Our dog had long waited for pups to be born.
I could not believe my eyes when I saw
The sweetest puppies who couldn't even crawl;
Then I ran outside to our old barn so cold
King was eating hay like it was pure gold!
Inside our warm kitchen I smelled something nice
There was eggs and ham, an extra big slice;
I sat on my red stool and smiled a lot
So thankful for all that Santa had brought.
Then I saw my stocking had something in it
Some marbles and mittens Mrs Santa had knit;
It was a white, beautiful Christmas day
I felt safe and warm, happy and gay.
"Happy Birthday dear Jesus" we sang aloud
And I carried our puppy to walk with the crowd;
Going to church to thank Him above
For all of our gifts, especially His love.
"Christmas is over" they shouted with glee
As the teacher smiled and winked right at me;
"Did King like the hay, Santa brought dear?"
She saw my answer in big eyes filled with tears.
"Christmas is coming!" they shouted with glee
All of the class, that is, but me;
The teacher didn't notice; she was too busy
She said all this craziness made her so dizzy.
She hugged all of us and gave us some candy
I left her class last, just behind Randy;
Cold wind hit our faces as we ran down the hill
To await Santa and stay warm from the chill.
I had not mailed Santa's letter just yet
As I knew at aged 7 it was a sure bet...
That he wouldn't be stopping at our house this year
And for church I would have nothing new to wear.
I'd heard mommy say to my daddy one day
That this year our horse didn't even have hay;
So when asked what I wanted Santa to bring
I told my teacher "Hay for our horsey, named King".
We all went to bed with our stockings hung up
And left out for Santa some soup in a cup;
Wind blew as we slept, three to a bed
"Try to pray & relax" my big sister said.
I woke up at dawn and looked all outside
Snow everywhere, both near, far and wide;
I saw the barn door opened real wide
And it was then that I looked way up in the sky!
A sleigh was just leaving and I saw Santa Claus
He waved to me and I waved back because..
I wanted to thank him if he'd brought any hay
I wish he could hear what I had to say.
My sister's voice said "Awake and get up!
I've been downstairs and we've got a new pup!"
I guess I'd been dreaming and missed Christmas morn
Our dog had long waited for pups to be born.
I could not believe my eyes when I saw
The sweetest puppies who couldn't even crawl;
Then I ran outside to our old barn so cold
King was eating hay like it was pure gold!
Inside our warm kitchen I smelled something nice
There was eggs and ham, an extra big slice;
I sat on my red stool and smiled a lot
So thankful for all that Santa had brought.
Then I saw my stocking had something in it
Some marbles and mittens Mrs Santa had knit;
It was a white, beautiful Christmas day
I felt safe and warm, happy and gay.
"Happy Birthday dear Jesus" we sang aloud
And I carried our puppy to walk with the crowd;
Going to church to thank Him above
For all of our gifts, especially His love.
"Christmas is over" they shouted with glee
As the teacher smiled and winked right at me;
"Did King like the hay, Santa brought dear?"
She saw my answer in big eyes filled with tears.
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