I’m getting older Santa
I look around at my decorations
As I sit here resting
From my Christmas baking.
I smell the familiar Christmas scents
I smile as I remember back
To when my kids were young
What a joy they were for me.
Laughter rings in my ears
Pictures of cookies with lots of icing.
Memories I carry with
Me year to year.
I’m getting older Santa
And I want another year
To hear my children’s voices
To see my grandkids happy.
Oh, Santa; I know it’s not really about you
It’s about our baby Jesus’s birth
But I’d so much appreciate it,
If I could have a few more years on earth.
Written by my feelings,
Terry Shepherd
Who I am 