Why Don't Santa Claus Bring Something to Me?

A little boy was talking to another boy next door

Who was playing with a lot of Christmas toys upon the floor

Said he, "Where did you get those from? They are a bit alright."

The other boy replied, "Why, Santa Claus brought them last night."

"That's funny," said the little chap, "I hung my stocking too

But Santa Claus forgot me and he's brought them all to you."

Why don't Santa Claus bring something to me?

Why don't he never, never call?

Other girls and boys get plenty of toys

But I get nothing at all

I've heard of Christmas carols

I've seen a Christmas tree

But I must have been a very naughty, naughty little boy

For he never brings nothing to me

The little chap went in the house, his mother tried to find

He saw her and he said, "Say, isn't Santa Claus unkind?

He's left a lot of lovely toys for that kid there next door

He cheats his mother too much more than I do you, I'm sure

I wonder what I've done that he should never come in here

Perhaps you know the reason, won't you tell me, mummy dear?"

Why don't Santa Claus bring something to me?

Why don't he never, never call?

Other girls and boys get plenty of toys

But I get nothing at all

I've heard of Christmas carols

I've seen a Christmas tree

I must have been a very naughty, naughty little boy

For he never brings nothing to me

The boy said to his mother, as a tear fell from her eye

"I'll write to Santa Claus tonight and ask the reason why."

"Dear Santa Claus," he wrote, "You quite forgot to bring some toys

To me just like you bring to all the other little boys

I'm sending this to Heaven, 'cause my mummy says you're there

And please excuse me 'cause I haven't got a stamp to spare."

Why don't Santa Claus bring something to me?

Why don't he never, never call?

Other little boys get plenty of toys

But I get nothing at all

I've heard of Christmas carols

I've seen a Christmas tree

But I must have been a very naughty, naughty little boy

'Cause he never brings nothing to me