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2005

A Christmas night:

I remember a Christmas a long time ago

when the ground was white with winter snow

but it was warm inside our house

and I was quiet as a mouse.

I sneaked downstairs and went to the tree

but there wasn't a present there for me

I went back to bed with my head hanging down

and still I didn't make a sound.

As I crawled into bed I was feeling sad

I really hadn't been that bad

I was putting the pillow under my head

and that's when I heard what my Mother said.

"Why, Santa Claus won't you come inside,

you'll fit through, our door is wide."

and then I heard a "Ho, ho, ho,

where do you want these toys to go?"

"You can put them under the tree." She said.

"Our little boy is still in bed."

I slipped back down, I couldn't nap,

I found my mother sitting on Santa's lap.

I just pretended I didn't see

cause my new bike was under the tree

but I was still mad and pulled Santa's beard

and it wasn't at all what I had feared

With the beard in my hand I saw daddy's face

I really wanted to get out of that place.

but he just laughed and gave me a squeeze

and sat me down upon his knees

"I'm glad you like your bike." he said

"but now you better go back to bed.

Cause the real Santa's coming soon

he's flying under a silver moon."

I went to bed and closed my eyes,

I dreamed of reindeer flying thru the skies.

but that was long ago, when life was new

Right now I'd rather dream of you.