I know Santa’s on his way

Grandpaw, will you tell me the story, of how Christmas came to be About the baby Jesus, the presents, and the tree

Why the stars all seem to sparkle, up yonder in the sky

And why there’s so much laughter, amongst every girl and boy.

Can you tell me why the candles, seem to have a beacon light Will it be like this forever, or is this a special night. Come to me my little sweetheart, and climb up on my knee And I’ll tell you the story just the way ‘ twas told to me.

It started back many years ago, in a land far, far away

In a litte town called Bethlehem, or so the people say.

By a manger in a stable, so cold and all forlorn

There on the hay, that December day, Jesus Christ was born.

You ask me of the presents, and what meaning they behold

I guess it’s called affection, should the truth be ever told They’re little gifts that are bestowed, and we all understand On that special day, we just want to say God bless the giving hand.

Now, I know what you are thinking, by the way you look at me

You want to hear the story, about the Christmas tree.

Well, every day in his own way, God sends us from above

Some hurt, some joy, some strength and pain, but he does it all with love.

He gave us gifts like mountains, the deserts, and the sea And mankind enhanced this beauty in the form of a tree. My little girl, with golden curl about the candle glow Should we get lost, by day or night as on through life we go.

When we’re in doubt as we sometimes are, as on and on we roam It’s the twinkling stars and candlelight, that will lead us safely home Well now I believe I’ve come to the end, I have no more to say.

So go to sleep my sweetheart.

I KNOW SANTA’S ON HIS WAY

Richard Moriarty

La Mesa, California

USA

(Richard Moriarty is a Kerryman born and raised in Lisselton, Listowel and has lived in La Mesa, California for over 40 years)