Sit and wait for Christmas gifts.
The kind of presents that tend to lift,
Even peasants have a gift to give.
The gift of love.
Shivering and cold this winter solstice,
Working hard, five cents a shoe polish.
With the money made,
Gifts to give, make the loneliness fade.
All for that smile upon the faces,
Makes one forget about the worst cases.
Busy streets this time of the year.
People more into gifts,
Than spreading good cheer.
But the peasant wants to make some happy.
By buying presents for the sadly.
You have your Scrooges and Grinch’s;
Who’s movements in inches don’t go the distance.
But one man, can save the day.
With the gift of love is how to pay.