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Christmas Eve on the Poor Side of Town words and music by Bill Pere The tangle of the tinsel on the tiny Christmas tree Somehow doesn't look quite like an angel's hair The single stranded teardrop tracked across her tiny cheek Splattered on the tattered dress she has to wear... It's Christmas Eve on the poor side of town Where tears are tears of joy, the tattered dress, a gown There's never enough money, but there's love to go around... No fancy toys, no designer jeans, In their heart they know what Christmas really means The woman waits and worries wondering how to tell her child That Santa won't be stopping here tonight Before she speaks, her daughter looks into her eyes and smiles And says "I know you love me Mother, it's all right..." It's Christmas Eve on the poor side of town Where crumbling plaster walls can't keep good people down There's never enough money, but there's love to go around... They see the bright star in the night sky and they know, They got their gift two thousand years ago © Bill Pere. All Rights Reserved |
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"If a man tried to take his time on earth and prove before he died what one man's life could be worth, I wonder what would happen to this world?" --- Harry Chapin |