I can not find you down the stair Snoozing in that great 'ol chair I can not find you my sleepy head Waiting for Santa 'til I carry you to bed I can not find you on Christmas morn' Share your delight in wrappings torn I can not find you no more this way for you have grown and gone away. . . Until your call When I hear you say Merry Christmas, Mom~ on Christmas Day. Word count 75 my inspiration, is my youngest adult daughter who is struggling through very sad and undeserved circumstances.