On a cold, cold day in early December
It snowed and snowed, I still remember
Waiting for Santa was such a joy
Couldn’t wait to see what kind of toy
He would bring me, if I was good.
Some of plastic, some of wood
But if I was bad, no Santa for me
No Christmas presents under the tree.
Just a lump of coal, deep in my sock
No candy, no toys, just this “Little Black Rock”.
I learned my lesson growing up through the years
The meaning of Santa and Christmas cheers.
It’s the giving and not receiving
And in my heart, that just believing
That Christmas comes but once a year
With Santa and his eight reindeer.
– Written by Jody Muttitt
