Santa's Pub

Ah Black Bird my old friend
Tis my last house, tis the end
Just restin' a bit on the roof
The smoke is warm, it is
Careful not to breathe it
Got some bread in my pocket
The misses said I'd be hungry
She must have known, yes
Oh so hungry little friend
Rest on this warm mitten
I'll melt a bit of snow in my hand
Welcome to Santa's pub
A good barkeep tells a good story
Let me see, oh certainly
The child on Cherry Street
Twas a shack of a home
A scrawny tree indeed, I thought
Two cookies and a cup of water
Oh how I chuckled
One cookie had a tiny bite in it
A bite not even enough for you
My little hungry Black Bird
It was time to work
I waved with my bare hand under the tree
Nothing, not even a sparkle would be
I thought, well surely one gift would appear
I waved and I waved again with great cheer
I'd left thirty presents in one house before
Under a grand tree with tinsels galore
I then waved so hard, I fell on my seat
Not one magic present, how could this be
I felt a slight tingle, I felt a good stare
Coming from under an old scruffy chair
I saw little fingers that covered a smile
I laid on my belly and said, come here child
She hurried and hopped up to stand by the tree
And mumbled that she wants to go live with me
I grinned and I told her she must stay at home
She pointed to one room as if I'd be shown
I opened the door with just a slight squeak
I saw her whole world with few hastened peeks
Half empty bottles, some broken and strewn
A smell of bad spirits, needles and spoons
I picked up the sweet child with tears in my eyes
I just want to be safe for Christmas, she cried
That's it, I knew then, oh for goodness sakes
She wanted no presents that my elves could make
Then I remembered a young woman's note
I've carried it three years, here in my coat
Santa, we don't want presents of things
No dazzling diamonds, rubies on rings
We wish for the sparkles in a child's eyes
Looking at our tree, our Chistmas lights
Give us this gift, the great gift of love
So that we may open our arms for hugs
Oh good old friend blackbird
I held her and poof
We sprung up the chimney on to the roof
With sprinkles of magic I took her there
A home filled with love, cuddles and care
I waited till morning, I waited to see
They found her sleeping under their tree
Streaming and gleaming true tears of joy
Never had I seen of any toy
So old friend blackbird
That's how it was
Thank you for coming to old Santa's pub
Off with a jingle and off with a cheer
Ho ho hope Christmas
Brings love every year