THE ROCKING CHAIR
I believed in Santa Claus
For, oh, so many years.
But when I found it wasn't so
I think I shed few tears.
For each Christmas morn
There was that burst of joy.
There were still gifts just for me
And a Christmas toy.
Santa Claus or Mom and Dad
What difference did it make?
The toys were there for me
To play with and finally break.
Then there was the Christmas
When no toys for me were there.
One gift only did I get ...
Can you believe! A ROCKING CHAIR!
Sad and hurt I really was
To see this miserable thing.
Where was all of the stuff
"Santa" used to bring?
My parents said not a word
(At least I don't recall)
When I went to my room
To lay down and bawl.
From that Christmas Day
My gifts were things to wear.
And finally I understood
The message of The Chair.
Toys were good when I was young
But I was almost grown.
So now I must put aside
The childish things I own.
And it all became very clear
As I grew in years.
Life isn't all one of joy
So be prepared for tears.
Now it's Christmas once again
And I cannot help but care.
Will there be toys for me?
Or just a ROCKING CHAIR.
Copyright (c) 1997 James Sage