THE GIFT

THE GIFT

She takes her bath early
As Santa comes tonight
She lights her scented candles
And turns out all the lights.

She has no decorated tree
So by the fireplace she sits
Watching a log burning up
Knitting a pair of mitts.

The radio's playing "Silent Night"
She wishes she was dancing
Some strong arms around her
Mistletoe, romancing....

She thinks of her favourite guy
His picture's on the wall
She thinks she sees him winking
As she walks on down the hall.

Her empty stocking looks so sad
As she puts red satin on
Lies alone beneath the stars
And prays aloud for dawn.

But sleep will not come easily
And she turns on her radio
'O Holy Night' begins to play
Then she hears: "HO HO HO".

She runs to the locked door
But Santa has his own key
Her soldier son has returned
From far across the sea!

Hours later, she's still in tears
And goes into his room
Gets down upon her knees
Beneath a smiling moon.

She thanks God and Santa Claus
All of her gifts arrived
In a single 6 foot man
Happy, healthy, alive!

She puts away her satin gown
And decorates their tree
"Happy birthday, Jesus Christ
I love your gift to me!"