Crowded streets Busy feet
Hustle by him
Downtown shoppers
Christmas is nigh
There he sits All alone
On the sidewalk
Hoping That you won’t
Pass him by
Should you stop
Better not Much too busy
You’re in a hurry
My How time does Fly
In the distance
The ringing of Laughter
And in the midst
Of the laughter
He cries
Pretty paper Pretty ribbons
Of blue
Wrap your presents
To your darling From you
Pretty pencils
To write I love you
Pretty paper Pretty ribbons
Of blue
