Testo: Hermann Lammers Meyer. Other. Faith In Santa.

The fat man sat on the busy street corner , his white beard and red suit in rhyme
His ? hoho? brought joy to the children, for again it was Christmas time
His belly would shake as he merrily laughed, spreading his Christmas joy
I m Santa, come sit on my knee, he` d say to each little girl and boy

But standing apart from the merry crowd stood a lad, about 7 years old
With no coat to cover his boney frame, he was shakin? and weak from the cold
He had no shoes to warm his feet. He looked hungry, just skin and bones
But with a look of peace on his humble little face , he just stood there all alone

When Santa saw the little boy, a sympathy grew and he said, come here little lad, come here to me. And he covered the trembeling little frame with his robe , as he placed the child on his Knee, the boy looked up into Santa s eyes with worship before the bearded man
And he said, my name is Billy and I love you Sir, you re the grandest of all in the land

I didn t mean to be no trouble Santa, he went on trying hard to smile
But I heard you laughing and I saw the kids and I thought I just watch for a while
But I won` t bother you with wanting nothing, Sir ,cause I already know that I` ve been bad
Santa looked down at the ragged boy and he said, Son, where is your mother and dad ?

Well my mother lives in prison, Santa , that` s what mama says, anyhow
They say he shot mana s boyfriend, he s been there for a long time now
And me and mama , we live with Mr Brown now. Mum works at the bar every day,
Mr Brown just drinks beer and cusses a lot , whenever I get in his way

So I`` ve been gone about four days now, Santa, I ve been sleeping in cars that I find
And I know that makes me a bad boy , but you sure been treating me kind
I` ve been praying for you since I ve been big enough Santa, every Christmas Eve night
And the kids have all their toys and I know that you made it allright

And I m so glad to see them so happy as I go walkin` along
But my stocking is always empty that?s how I know I`ve done wrong
Mr Brown told me all about it, he said I just ain t good, and I know he s right, cause you never came Sir, and I know if I wasn` t band, then you would

It`s okey son , Santa muttered. Such faith he had not seen in a while
Though a tear was straining to fill his eyes. He looked down at the lad with a smile
Just tell Santa what you like son, anything you might have in mind
I didn t know where you lived before Billy, but I promise, I will not miss you next time.

Little Billy s face quickly grew brighter, such luck he would never have guessed
After thinking a while he finaly said. Sir, I might just have one request,
Have you ever been in heaven, Santa ? I bet you know God, as good as you are
Could I just ride up to Jesus` house, Sir, if it s not too awful far

He might just let me live there a while. Daddy says, he likes little boys
And I wouldn`t take too much room Sir`, I d just sit in the back with the toys.
And I promise not to be bad Santa, and I could help God do his chores
And he might even let me see Daddy and I would not be hungry no more

I `m so tired and sleepy now, Santa , said the child as he looked towards the sky
With a seigh he relaxed against Santa`s chest and peacefully closed his eyes.
Santa quickly felt for the little boy`s pulse. Someone please get a doctor, he said.
But when the ambulance took little Billy away, everyone knew, he was dead.

The children had grown more silent as they listened to the little boy.
They were no longer happy and laughing, his story had stolen their joy
They looked to Santa for comfort. He fought for the right words to say.
He said, now Kids, don t be sad for Billy, cause he just went to heaven today

He wanted to go and live with God, so now everything `s alright
Let thoughts of Billy make your hearts be kind, and I see you all Christmas Eve`s night
Merry Christmas everybody, merry christmas