The lights are on and all is in full swing
As Hark, The Herald Angels we all sing
The child is at the door to try and sneak
A look at Santa’s cache – the slightest peek!
The tree is standing tall beneath its star
With trim and glitz and toys and gifts bizarre
Yes all is well because of what you do
Our special ‘thanks’ go out to all of you.
For someone, somewhere, surely will be missed
Sweet someones will be longing for their kiss
Sweet children will be up and feeling sad
Cause Santa didn’t bring their Mom or Dad.
We pray that God will keep you in His grace
And soon you will resume your rightful place.