The Christmas Santa Forgot Poem by Josephine Dunn

The Christmas Santa Forgot

My stocking was hung
At the foot of my bed
I said all my prayers
And lay down my head.
I thought I heard Santa
In the dead of the night
But it was only the dog
Who gave me a fright.
I woke in the morning
The sun shining bright
Hoping for one thing
That would give me delight.
But I could see nothing
In bedroom or down stair
Not under the tree
I looked everywhere
It seemed that Santa had forgot
Which prompted the tears at eight o'clock.

The fire was out
The chimney unblocked
The curtains wide open
The doors all unlocked
I woke up expectant
But Santa forgot
And more tears fell
Before ten o'clock.

I waited an hour
For the phone to ring
Or see visitors coming
With gifts that they bring
I turn on the radio
And hear people sing
I try to feel happy
And want to join in
But I'm the child Santa forgot
And the tears keep on falling at twelve o'clock.


There's no happy family
And no one to hold
Only the dog
To walk in the cold.
No lover's kiss
Oh, I feel so old,
Christmas is lonely
When you're out of the fold.
I am the woman that Santa forgot
And more tears have fallen before two o'clock.

I know I am lucky
To have a home of my own
But what good is that
When I'm here on my own.
I bought lovely gifts
That I wanted to share
And handed them out
But my stocking was bare.
No one to eat the great Christmas cake
Or mountains of mince pies
I lovingly baked.
No one is coming
To knock at my door
There's no one to love me
No, not any more.
For I am the mother that Santa forgot
And its tears again at five o'clock.

Copyright Josephine Dunn 25 December 2016