Countdown to Christmas 22 days
I don't want you to get the impression that my family or I are big weepers. Especially not during the Christmas season. But this song makes me cry every time I hear it. This song makes me cry when I try to say the words out loud. It also makes my sister cry and therefore is used as weapon between us.
Each year we try to phone the other person early in the holiday season (but still not be too obviously EARLY) and play this song over the phone to the other. If you are the phone-r, you get to steel yourself against the inevitability of the tears about to fall. If the phone-ee, you are ambushed in the middle of your day, reduced to tears.
He's the little boy that Santa Claus forgot,
And goodness knows, he didn't want a lot.
He sent a note to Santa
For some soldiers and a drum,
It broke his little heart
When he found Santa hadn't come.
In the street he envies all those lucky boys,
Then wanders home to last year's broken toys.
I'm so sorry for that laddie,
He hasn't got a daddy,
The little boy that Santa Claus forgot.
Spoken:
(You know, Christmas comes but once a year for every girl and boy,
The laughter and the joy they find in each brand new toy.
I'll tell you of a little boy that lives across the way...
This little fella's Christmas is just another day.
He's the little boy that Santa Claus forgot,
And goodness knows, he didn't want a lot.)
In the street he envies all those lucky boys,
Then wanders home to last year's broken toys.
I'm so sorry for that laddie,
He hasn't got a daddy,
The little boy that Santa Claus forgot.
And goodness knows, he didn't want a lot.
He sent a note to Santa
For some soldiers and a drum,
It broke his little heart
When he found Santa hadn't come.
In the street he envies all those lucky boys,
Then wanders home to last year's broken toys.
I'm so sorry for that laddie,
He hasn't got a daddy,
The little boy that Santa Claus forgot.
Spoken:
(You know, Christmas comes but once a year for every girl and boy,
The laughter and the joy they find in each brand new toy.
I'll tell you of a little boy that lives across the way...
This little fella's Christmas is just another day.
He's the little boy that Santa Claus forgot,
And goodness knows, he didn't want a lot.)
In the street he envies all those lucky boys,
Then wanders home to last year's broken toys.
I'm so sorry for that laddie,
He hasn't got a daddy,
The little boy that Santa Claus forgot.
Neither one of us can get past the lyrics, I feel so sorry for that laddie, he hasn't got a... And the tears flow.
So, for my sister, who I know is reading this, I dedicate this post to you.
3 comments:
squish, squish :)
OMG - now my heart hurts and my throat is closed! Ugh! Damn you!
Yeah. I can't even read the words.
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