I'm waiting for a sight
Here late Christmas night
I sit upon the house top waiting.
Twiddling my thumbs while anticipating.
Upon every single house top I see Santa go.
He is coming this way but coming way too slow.
He could speed up the pace and hurry to my house,
I guess he's waiting for me to sleep so he will not arouse.
He then heads on my way with his sleigh filled with many toys.
Landing on the houses of children sleeping as good girls and boys.
He sees me sitting upon my roof and he quickly heads out the other way.
I can see him waving at me motioning to me I hear him say go to bed to stay.
I then see him grin and turn about to bring me my gift as a tear is upon my cheek.
He lands upon my roof with the sound of a reindeer hoof and opens his bag for a peek.
I look inside with my eyes open wide searching for the gift which he brought for little me.
Tears of joy run down my cheek
with a special gift I see.
It is a smile in a bag
wrapped with a rag
on it was my name.
It made me smile
when I'd been
crying all the while.
He said are you happy I came
By Bill Pearce
Dec 4, 2002