If Santa Couldn't Come to Town

IF SANTA COULDN’T COME TO TOWN

If Santa couldn’t come to town,

What would all the children say?

If Santa couldn’t come back home,

Would we turn and walk away?

If Santa couldn’t find the light,

Through the dark and snowy night,

If Santa couldn’t find the strength

To guide his sleigh……

If Santa couldn’t find the hope,

That makes the sun shine on our way…..

If Santa couldn’t see the light,

I’d have to pray.

(bridge) – I’d have to pray, I’d have to pray, I’d have to pray…..

(refrain) – Please tell me,

Why can’t we see Santa?

Why on Christmas Eve does my heart shed so many tears?

Why can’t we see Santa?

I’ll have to go find Bethlehem to chase away my fears.

If Santa was lost in a store,

I’d pray that he would find the door.

If Santa was stuck on a tree,

I’d pray that he’d see me.

If Santa was shut in a box,

I’d lift the lid that laughs and mocks.

If Santa was found on the ground,

 I’d bring him back to town.

If Santa Claus has lost his eyes,

To see The Star of Bethlehem’s skies…..

If Santa Claus has lost his way,

He now is found.

A Curse'd Christmas

A Curs’ed Christmas

A Baby, just maybe, on an old, old, winter’s morn, so old, yet, oh so young,

Silent singing of silvery angels, a song that’s never been sung.

A mother, a father, like, and not alike, and smiles in laughter invisible,

And quiet and prayer, and joy that sparkles, never cheap or “frisible”.

Colours, all the colours under heaven embraced in sudden wonder,

And never, never, forever and a day, our loved ones torn asunder.

“What’s wrong with that?” “Imagine that?”

“Let’s blast him, and waste him, and shrivel it up, and bury it under a hat!”

“Kill it! Kill the boy baby! Roast him forever in fire,

Crush hearts, Crush limbs, Crush house and home, Crush every newborn desire!”

“Tell them its Chance, and Happenstance!” And curse it with heartless curse!”

“Tear him from Mother, and tender touch, and the warm’ed breasts that nurse!”

“Never, never again, let them gain any gain from Good News dressed in bright bows!”

“Rake them with whips, that are dragged through the Night, and bloody their unbandaged toes!”

“Let there be no more healing this Night!” “Curse it, peel it right down to the bone!”

“Drown it, and sink it with sad country songs, sang by two men without a home!”

See the Sadness Sweeping Bye

See the Sadness Sweeping Bye

I saw something that we all see, when bad things shake out our heads,

I saw bright rainbows, in summer afternoons, sweep away grass that was dead.

I saw a smile go walking by and I wondered and wondered at that,

I saw a red furry, funny thing, go swishing by with a hat.

I saw a rocket-like star, shooting up to a sky, higher than the Night,

And a snarling rascal, slide slyly away, passed a wildly running sprite.

OOOOOOH! It was scary, and YIKES! It was hairy,

A black that shriveled my bones,

Yet my heart grew warm, when a ringy, jang, jingle, was heard at the top of our homes.

Swirling silvers, fireworks laughing, and giggles, and winking all night,

Laughter so quiet , a rumbling merry, and then shooting swiftly from sight.

On Christmas Eve

On Christmas Eve

Leave him, leave him, let him go, who gives a blast ‘bout that store,

And the whimpering, whining, runny nose, and the boy’s who only want more.

Come with me, up Sunshine Mountain, and ride the Happy Day Express,

Who wants fancy pants, and lousy lucky charms, and a lifetime adjustable dress?

Not me, I want to ride on a Racing Star, that rises above the sky,

In hopes that sail beyond the Night, and the darkest dreary sigh.

Horses on fire, that fly passed the shadow of curses, when my only Grandpa died,

To a land that is fairer and brighter than smiles, when sunshiny eggs are fried.

Oh the food, and the old fat man who rocks ‘side the fire and smokes his pipe,

And tells crazy stories, you only believe, in blankets wrapped up at night.

It’s goodness, real goodness, in warm chocolate, fire reds, jade greens, and sunshiny whites,

Not chores without money, or songs that bring sadness, and homework given for spite.

And prayers, not so long, that you just get mad, no music that makes you weep,

And listening, just listening, for a song from the rooftop, that sings you softly to sleep.

It cannot be seen, it cannot be heard, with these hands it cannot be felt,

But, I heard the Star’s sing “Your Never Alone”, on a cold Christmas Eve, when I knelt.

A Hallelujah Christmas

A Hallelujah Christmas

I am a grouchy old grandma, grumpy right down to the bone,

I creak, and I croak, and I cramp, and I crykie, and crackle out every last moan.

But, I do love presents at Christmas time, and visions of old Saint Nick,

Some how, at Christmas, I feel so happy, I could just give grandpa a kick.

I don’t want fancy, I don’t want wancy, or wincy, or wimpy, or wazzle,

Those cheapity, cheap, cheap, or wee willie winkies, or wire and wrappings that dazzle.

I want you, and you , and you ,alone, to come to my house and be near me,

I want to see your heart grow big, and your smiling eyes not teary.

A pinch to grow an inch, a prayer so we’re not scared,

And to waffle our noses in snow,

To hear the jingle, and watch the laughter, go clear to the ends of our toes.

A brightness not bought, at the base of the tree, a tickling right down to the heart,

In quietness, quietness,

Oh so silent night,

Really knowing we’re never apart. 

Sunshine Christmas

Sunshine Christmas

Tired, tired, Oh so tired, at Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall’s Night,

Where’s the wink of an eye, and the twist of his head, where’s the silhouette’s sailing from sight,

Up high overhead, to the round moon’s laughter, and the Milky Way’s Christmas delight.

And the brightest of stars that guided our path, while our hearts burst with hope just for fun,

And after the frost of a cold crispy sleep,

We rose with the warmth of the sun.

We shook, shook, shook, shook, all the scales from our eyes, in sheer vigor, life, and hope,

And climbed Jacob’s ladder with Tarzan’s ease on sunbeams woven in rope.

We wiggled and rolled and rollicked and tumbled, in crisp winter skies so high,

While night rolled in without any fears, and a sleigh filled with joy soared by.

“Oh, Goodbye, goodbye, old Christmas cheers!’

“We loved you when hearts were young!”

“Please, come back, again,

after long night’s shadow,

In God’s dear land of the Sun!”

Christmas Wishes

      Christmas Wishes

A little boy and a little girl,

Sat staring at a night time campfire.

Sliding in snow had been so much fun,

Now hot chocolate was all their desire.

“Oh, I know what I want for Christmas,”said the little boy,

twirling a silver spoon,

And, the marshmallows swirled around in his cup,

While the little girl gazed at the moon.

“I want a bike, and I want muscles,

And, I want a baseball glove!”

The little girl giggled, and smiling, shyly, replied,

“ I just want some one to love.”