T'was a new Christmas morning, the gifts were all gone,
The night was long over, it was going to be dawn.
When a thought struck Santa, right out of the blue,
It broke his poor heart - it could happen to you...
He had travelled the world, gifting toy after toy,
But he had forgotten, the small Birthday Boy.
He went to the stable, to make a fresh start,
He had no gift, but his own gentle heart.
Tears filled his gentle, twinkling bright eyes,
They shone like the stars, in the heavenly skies;
He bowed down his head, He prayed to the Child,
and the small Holy Baby, looked up and smiled!
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