Last
night as I lay sleeping
A disturbance woke me up
I thought I heard sad weeping
I guessed it was the pup.
Soon
the sound repeated
Someone sounded in despair
From my room I retreated
Hoping it was a hurt I could repair.
As
I passed the living room
The tree was surrounded with toys
Tomorrow was Christmas Day
A day full of our girl and boys.
I
reached the door
and peered outside
I saw Santa weeping
his eyes wet and wide.
I
started to say something
to hopefully ease his pain
Just then a light appeared
The Lord was giving spiritual gain.
Santa
cried and Jesus held him
I could hear Santa say between the tears
Why don't they teach the children
What Christmas has really meant all these years.
It
seemed it happened
just that way
But it was just a dream that reminded me
it's the Lord's Birthday.
