As the holidays come with their tinsel and lights;
I cuddle under quilts on the cold winter nights.
There’s an air of excitement, of wonder and glee:
Can it really be true? Will Santa bring something for me?

I’ve been a good girl…made my bed, did my chores,
Why, I’ve even been helping my Mom scrub the floors!
But she says that I might be set for a fall
‘Cause she doesn’t think Santa’s coming at all.

Daddy’s gone away…we aren’t quite sure where
Mom cries a lot as she sits in his chair.
I sure wish he’d come back and be with us again;
I miss his bear hugs and his big silly grin!

“Santa, maybe you could help us this Christmas Eve,
Would you bring back my Daddy so my Mom won’t grieve?
That’s the best gift I can think of to ask you for now,
I’d rather have him than an old doll anyhow.”

Christmas Eve came and went with no sign of my Dad;
He’s not coming home…I guess he’s real mad.
Next morning, I awoke and sat up in my bed…
What’s that strange voice I hear…is it just in my head?

No! It’s him! Daddy’s home…says he’s back to stay!
What a wonderful, glorious Christmas Day!!
Mom’s laughing and crying and hugging us all,
And guess what else!? Daddy brought me a doll!

by Bonnie S. Lemon - December 9, 1999