The children went to sleep
Hoping Santa would come
But if it's like last year
Christmas day will not be fun
Under the tree they'll not see
Christmas this year
It's always been like this
As they shed a silent tear
They'd be happy with just one
Present to have to open
It seems they spend so much time
Wishing and just hoping
You see, they were told to be good
Or Santa wouldn't come tonight
So they were good all year long
But things still didn't turn out right
While many people celebrate
The presents they received
Many more are left to wonder
Why they should even believe
12-25-09/RJH
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