There’s no such thing as Santa, yelled the group of older boys,

There isn’t any reindeer, any elves or special toys,

Oh yes there is, I cried out loud, my little fists curled tight,

There on there way with a 1/2 ton sleigh with gifts for me tonight.


I made the most important wish a boy could ever make,

and I’ve been good for oh so long, been good for goodness sake,

And though the tears burned in my eyes, I swore I wouldn’t cry,

I didn’t want to be a man, but promised dad I’d try.


That night was spent, just mom and me, like other nights before,

The house was never quite the same since dad went off to war,

We had our Christmas dinner and we sang with Christmas bands,

We read all daddies letters that he sent us from the sands.


But sadness showed within Mom’s eyes as she stood at my bed,

She tucked the covers to my chin and kissed me on the head.

Don’t worry mom, I whispered, things will be all right.

The sleigh pull team will make our wish when they turn up tonight.


I tried my best to stay awake and listen to the roof,

for distant sounds of jingle bells or the sound of Royal's boots,

But snug and warm it wasn’t long before I gave a yawn,

And would have gone to sleep but for the noise out on the lawn.


Then came the sound of heavy boots across the kitchen floor,

the sound somewhat familiar, like I’d heard it once before,

As quiet as a mouse I crept, my eyes flew wide to see,

the silhouette that stood alone before our Christmas tree.


His body was lean and fit, he had no belly big and round,

the heavy sack a seaman's bag that he placed to the ground,

He didn’t wear a stitch of red, the uniform was green,

And not a single jingle bell, just a proud,injured, Royal Marine.


And then the strongest arms on earth wrapped around and held me tight,

and I knew then that Santa really rode on Christmas night,

and Christmas wishes did come true, just like I knew they had,

My thanks to the sleigh pull team for taken care of me, my mom and dad.


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