A tale of sadness for Christmas about those who have less than we.
Country/pop/gospel professional BMI songwriter.
Lyrics
Dear Mrs. Claus
c Glen King
1st.verse:
Daddy made a wreath from dried up twigs
Cause, we couldn't afford a Christmas tree
He decorated it with popcorn balls
Holly berries and ivy leaves,
Then he smiled and said
We'll be better off next year
But, from the corner of his eye
I saw a tear:
Chorus:
Dear Mrs. Claus
I'm sending you my list
Cause, last year by mistake
Our chimney got missed
I know that Santa's busy
With all the letters that he gets
So I'm writing this to you
Just in case he forgets
We're here, Mrs. Claus.
2nd.verse:
Mama had to quit driving the bus
Cause her eyes couldn't pass the test
But, she still could see good enough
To make sister a Christmas dress,
Then she turned to me
Put her Bible in my hand
Said, would you read to us
About Jesus, again:
Chorus:
Dear Mrs. Claus
I'm sending you my list
Cause, last year by mistake
Our chimney got missed
I know that Santa's busy
With all the letters that he gets
So I'm writing this to you
Just in case he forgets
We're here, Mrs. Claus.
Bridge:
My brother needs some shoes for school
And our cabin needs a roof
I'd sure like a bike myself
Don't matter if it's used:
Chorus: Repeat.
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