They want to believe.
They don't want to be see, deceived.
They dream. They, sometimes, want to scream.
They want to shout.
They don't know what it is about.
Things don't cease. They should have peace.
That somebody cares. That somebody will share.
That there will be toys.
That they will have joy.
They grow up fast. A childhood so quickly past.
Quickly, up they grow. All they know.
They are innocent girls and boy.
A christmas, they should enjoy.
Christmas toys to
all the girls and boys.
They are poor.
All that they must endure.
They all wonder and don't want to cry
All that they see.
Did Santa forget?
Under the tree, what about me?