Greatful

I got a letter the other day,
from santa clause himself.
I thought I'd knew just what he'd say,
So I stuck that letter on top of the shelf.
Being the best girl I possibly can,
I walk around with a smile.
Helping momma, sister and dad,
We're setting up presents, in a small pile.
The christmas tree is standing tall,
Dressed in ornaments and lights.
The tinsel shines like a silver shawl,
Our family will gather around it tonight.
Atleast that's what our plans were,
Before things had gone wrong.
Instead we are thinking of ways to cure,
These flames with a family christmas song.
We watch our house burn to the ground,
No presents left to shake.
But even with this tragedy, I've found,
That I need no presents to take.
I'm greatful for the things I have,
Even though my home is gone,
And now my family waits in a cab,
Never has our love so brightly shone.
In the morning, I'll have no gifts
But I'll have everyone by my side,
With that thought, my heart lifts
There is no sorrow left to subside.