2011 was a tough year for most
That American Dream seemed to be toast.
Unemployment was high and moral low
Home values were falling, instead of the snow
But along comes Christmas and with it brings hope
That things will get better, and somehow we cope
So back to my story about Christmas Eve
I promise it gets better so please dont leave
So around 2am we heard a loud clatter,
Unless the house was on fire I say it didnt matter.
But dad got up just to be sure
How much more of this season could he possibly endure?
The gifts and parties and store after store
The happiest season had turned to a bore.
When he rounded the corner he saw the living room tree
But youll never guess what else he did see.
It was a jolly old man in typical dress
Eating the cookies and making a mess Am I dreaming? he thought but just couldnt move
He was the only one watching, so this would be tough to prove.
The jolly old Santa he wrote letters to
Asking him for Tonka, Star Wars and super gross Goo
Hed given up on Santa a long time ago.
But now his Christmas spirit was starting to grow
Of course he was dreaming and woke up just in time
To see the kids wrestling and laughing, that dream was a sign.
So please give up worry and keep fighting the good fight. "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
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