THE NIGHT SANTA CRIED

T'was the night before Christmas, when children should be in bed, But a certain little fellow, was uncovering his tiny head; He put away his teddy bear, who snuggled with him each night, And sat in the still and quiet, didn't dare turn on the light.

He strained his ears to listen, for a sound that would announce, Saint Nicholas' arrival, for then out of bed he'd bounce.
Suddenly there came a stirring, in the living room below, He knew he had to hurry, fearing Santa would dash and go.

So in his flannel sleepers, he came to the foot of the stair, With a glance below, and a OH-HO-HO Santa Claus was there!
When Santa saw him he demanded, why such a little boy, Couldn't wait for tomorrow, for his share of gifts and joy.

Oh! I didn't come for presents, for them I sure can wait, I just had to see you Santa, before it got too late.
Too late for what? asked Mr. Claus, explain yourself my lad. Would it be gifts you're wantin', for your mommy and your dad?

That would he fine, the boy replied, but that's not what I had in mind, I want you to deliver a present, to someone only you can find;
Sure, said the jolly old gentleman, I'll gladly deliver your gift, Just give it to me and off I'll be thru every flurry and drift.

The boy took out his package, and Santa gave a double blink, For it wasn't tied in red and green, but ribbons of blue and pink. HO! HO! Laughed dear old Santa, that's not a Christmas gift I see, Let's rewrap it with some tinsel, then Christmasy it'll be.

Oh no! Cried the tiny cherub, that's the way it has to stay, It's not a Christmas present! Can't you see what I'm trying to say?
Santa looked in the eyes of this child, and his own began to misten, All right boy, all right don't fret, I'll just sit right here and listen.

Well, it's like this dear Santa, you know how busy people can get, Especially at a time like Christmas, everyone seems to forget;
And I was thinking it over, how lonely and sad I would be; If someone forgot my birthday, because of a Christmas tree.

I s'pose it's because of the holidays, that people don't remember, That He was born way back when, on the twenty-fifth of December. So when you give him my present, tell him not to be sad and forlorn, Cause even tho I love you Santa, I'm gladder that he was born.

One more thing Santa, give Him my wish sincere, Tell Him for me, Happy Birthday, baby Jesus dear.
So on that Christmas morning, a child hopped back into bed, And cuddled his tiny teddy bear, so they could sleep head-to-head.

He pulled up his covers, and with that let out a sigh, And with a puzzled look wondered, why Santa Claus had cried.
When his eyes began to close, he thought he heard a voice say, 'And a little child shall lead them, and show them the way!"