Left alone, Tom tries again to break out of the box
He finds it's of very sturdy construction
Squashed tightly inside he can't change position
or angle his limbs to apply any force.
Totally frustrated he shakes his body in rage
But even then the box hardly moves.
The dangling label trembles imperceptibly.
His angry shouting is heard by no-one
His angry shouting is heard by no-one
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| Mitchell HG34 - Daddy's Cock Up |
After half an hour the cramped position takes it's toll
Pain begins to seep into his arms, his legs, his back
He hears the clock strike two and thinks of his son
Who will be waking about now hoping to find presents.
But tonight ...
♪♫ ♪♫ He's the little boy that Santa Clause forgot,
And goodness knows, he didn't want a lot.
And goodness knows, he didn't want a lot.
I'm so sorry for that laddie, for tonight he's lost his daddy,
The little boy That Santa Clause forgot. ♪♫♪♫
The little boy That Santa Clause forgot. ♪♫♪♫
A tear trickles down Tom's cheek.
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