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A cup of warm milk before going to
bed
This house has no tree and will not see red
No cards on the mantle no wreath at the door
Christmas is cancelled in this house for sure
Outside it is silent the night has stood still
As they wait in excitement for stockings to fill
Just one more day a countdown to the end
There is no one to care or even pretend
Don't risk the radio avoid the TV
Take the phone off the hook no one to call me
Just on more Sunday there's seven this week
I will be Ok if I do not have to speak
So off to bed early ignore what goes on
A moon rakes a bedroom with shadows that shone
One small blue pill that is all it will take
To avoid Christmas day all that happiness to slake
Yet around four a.m. by the vixens shrill call
You stir and wake up still aware of it all
And there in the dark at the end of the bed
Gift wrapped is a present simply signed, Red
You can't think how it got there it was not there before
You check all the window's, the bolt on the door
All is secure and the house is intact
But the present is there an inescapable fact
And then you remember when you went as a lad
To see Father Christmas with your mom and dad
He asked what you wanted the most to receive
You said some Meccano as he told you to believe
It did not arrive and you were sure he'd forgot
But in that one night he must do such a lot
So you just stopped believing that anyone cared
And that wish was a secret that Santa Claus shared
Alone in the moonlight when you thought no one cared
And you open this wish that you once thought to share
The tears drip down on the box wanted a lot
And you had the wish Santa had not forgot. |
