Tinsel and lights, a right pretty sight
Bulbs on the boughs of holly
My little boy sat with his list in his hand
To give to the elf, so jolly

His mind was on the streets outside
The snow was softly falling
He'd run to the window and peer at the cars
To see if his daddy would be calling

His list held the things of a little boy's heart
And he'd helped me with the baking
He asked for hot wheels and a little racecar
But for him, my heart was aching...

He just knew this Christmas on Christmas Eve
We wouldn't be alone
He believed in Santa, that jolly little man
And that he'd bring his daddy along

He didn't want to miss this surprise
That he had in store for me...
He had written to Santa, you can keep the racecar
Just bring my daddy for my mommy, please

That little list he clutched in his hand
As he listened to the Christmas songs
You should have seen the love in my little boy's eyes
And listened as he tried to sing along

Now you must remember he's only four
And you'd think he'd rather have toys 
But to see his daddy with mommy again
He wrote Santa, would be his joy

So I'm going to pray, that the baby on the hay
Will bring his daddy home for my boy
It's been a long time since he's seen him
Not since he was deployed

I can see his little eyes in the morning
As he searches 'neath the tree for his toys
But the greatest gift that he can receive
Is if Jesus sends my little boy's Joy.