I lay in bed trying to sleep but could only toss and turn.

Would Santa visit me this year?   This was my main concern.

I tried to do what Mamma said and be a good boy all year

But somehow, I wasn’t sure I had.  That was my greatest fear.

I wanted a new bike for Christmas but what Santa were watching

The time I punched Tommy in the nose?

What is he saw me the day I snuck up on Sally

And pulled her hair or the time I stepped on Judy’s toes.

I fear Santa may simply pass over my house tonight.

If he saw the times I was bad he just might.

How can I say I’m sorry in time for Santa is already on his way?

I suppose these are questions I should have asked long before today.

I can only hope he can forgive me and remember the things I did that were kind.

I must admit that at this moment, not one time comes to mind.

So I toss and I turn and I punish myself for my nasty deeds.

Each of them comes back on me and for each one my heart bleeds.

I have advice for all you kids out there.  Be kind the whole year through.

Then you won’t worry whether Santa will yell, Merry Christmas to you.