Merry Christmas to my family;
I’m sad you can’t be here with me.
But I’ll always have my memories
Of three kids running to the Christmas tree;
You’d all be up before the break of dawn;
With your Christmas Eve pajamas on;
You couldn’t go downstairs until Dad checked it first;
Staying in bed with Mom, excitement ready to burst;
I’d go downstairs and turn on the tree lights;
Of the cookies and carrots, I would take a bite;
Before yelling up that the “Coast is clear.
It looks as if Santa has been here.”
Pitter-patter of feet running down the stairs;
Wrapping paper gets thrown about everywhere;
Mom and Dad watching it all with a smile;
That we’ll keep on our faces for a long, long while;
Now that our three little elves are grown;
They are making new memories with elves of their own;
My wife and I sleeping in in our home;
Until we’re awakened by the telephone;
“Papa-Joe,” I hear from an excited little voice,
“Daddy says I have to call you, for a choice,”
“I want to go downstairs but Daddy says, no”
“We have to wait for the okay by Pappa-Joe.”
“Well let me get Santa on the other phone,
Just to make sure he’s been to your home.”
Hello, Santa this is Pappa-Joe,
I’ve got a question that I have to know,
My granddaughter says she’s been as quiet as a mouse,
But have you already been to her house?
“Okay, tell your Daddy you can all go downstairs,
Santa says he’s already been there.”
I hear the pitter-patter run away from the phone,
But in the sound of silence I no longer feel so all alone.
Merry Christmas to my family,
I am sad you can’t be here with me,
But knowing you remember our memories,
Always and forever makes be happy.