We continue with Stan Kegel’s collection of these seasonal variations and parodies.

There’s a chill in the air and the sweet smell of pine,
Friends coming together, it’s Christmas time.
Children playing with sleds on the new fallen snow,
Toys in store windows have their eyes all a glow.

Chapel bells ringing from the old town square,
Decorations on Main Street being put up with care.
Christmas shoppers beginning to fill the malls,
Where trees are adorned with garland and balls.

Out Christmas shopping I spotted a sign,
Santa’s Work Shop, with children in line.
I walked up closer so that I could hear,
What the children wanted from Santa this year.

When from in line I saw a young lad,
By the look on his face, I could tell he was sad.
I walked up closer so that I could see,
As he took his turn upon Santa’s knee.

Santa, I don’t want toys under the tree,
All I want is my Daddy, here with Mommy and me.
It’s been so long since he’s been gone,
When he left the grass was still green on the lawn.

You see, we’re in the Military and he had to go,
And Mommy and I miss him, more than you know.
When I’m in bed and she thinks I’m asleep,
She reads over his letters and starts to weep.

But, if you can’t do it, I’ll understand,
Since Daddy’s been gone, I’m Mom’s little man.
As you deliver your presents, give a message from me,
We gave up Christmas with Daddy, so Afghan women and children stay free!
(Anonymous)