Where are you Santa? Where are our toys? I woke up this Christmas Drained of all joy. The tree is empty No stockings were filled We hoped you would Leave us some blocks to build. This house full of cobwebs Makes us so sad. We’ve been waiting for years For our Mom and Dad. We can’t leave this house We cant run away Stuck here for eternity Just wishing to play. People come here at night To temp their own fears We beg and we scream But no one can hear If we have to be stuck here And live in this hell Please bring us some toys So we don’t have to dwell It’s lonely and quiet For two little boys Like ghosts in a house Begging Santa for toys.