WHERE DO THE STREET KIDS HANG THEIR STOCKINGS? 

Remembering those Christmas's of years so long ago,

The Christmas songs, the strings of lights and hanging mistletoe.

I wanted my little four year old to see what I have seen,

Wanting to make his Christmas real, and share my Christmas dream.

So late one night when it was dark I drove my son downtown,

To see the lights, the merriment, excitement all around.

This time wasn't like before, not one light did he see.

He only saw the street kids, their pain and silent plea.

He said, "Where do the street kids hang their stockings, on a light pole or a sign?

How does Santa know where the street kids are they must be hard to find.

Bet there won't be any presents Momma, I don't think it's fair.

And there'll be no Christmas dinner Momma, Why don't people care?"

As I was seeing Christmas through my little Tommy's eyes,

I was overcome with sadness, why didn’t I hear their cries.

With his little cheeks all flustered, determination on his face.

He was gonna help those street kids, gonna help the human race.

He looked at me with those big blue eyes and in the darkness of the night.

I could see a little spark of hope, Santa can make it right.

Santa will know just what to do, he loves us all the same.

I know its true cause momma, he knows us all by name.

But where do the street kids hang their stockings, on a light pole or a sign?

Santa's gotta know where the street kids are even if they're hard to find.

If there won't be any presents Momma, that just won't be fair.

And there must be Christmas dinner Momma, someone's just gotta care?

So off we went to Santa Claus, my son climbed on his knee.

“No toys this year at my house Santa,” last years are enough for me.

Use my toys to fill the street kids stockings, Santa won't you please.

Look every where you can think of Santa, under porches under trees.

The tears in Santa's eyes were real looking hopeless, in despair.

He couldn't say a single word to Tommy who was sitting there.

No, not even Santa's miracles could make this wish come true .

It would take the hand of God's great love touching me and touching you.

The people that were standing there grew silent as the night.

With a look of shame upon their faces, when this truth came to light.

We realized we'd all forgotten that Christmas was so much more.

And it took the wisdom of this child, a little boy of four.

Asking, "Where do the street kids hang their stockings, on a light pole or a sign?

How does Santa know where the street kids are, they must be hard to find.

Bet there won't be any presents Momma, I don't think it's fair.

And there'll be no Christmas dinner Momma, Why don't people care?"

Written by, Bonnie Johnson-May