He was promised a horse-
And, Santa would bring it, of course.
.
He went to bed on Christmas Eve-
Until morning, his bed, he would not leave.
.
It took a while to go to sleep-
But, not a word out of him, not a peep.
.
He knew that Santa would take care of him-
He had good sources, for it was not a whim.
.
He had written Santa a letter, and his father
told him so-
That his odds of getting that horse were
beginning to grow.
.
He finally fell asleep, and then the break
of dawn came-
He knew that when he went downstairs,
that his life would never again be the
same.
.
First, he looked out the window to see-
If any sign of a horse, there could be.
.
And, then downstairs he went and
what did he find under the tree?
Horse droppings left, for all to see.
.
The horse had been brought, and
then he trotted away-
Is all that his father had to say.
.
He was promised a horse-
And, Santa would bring it, of course.