I have an empty stocking, but I'd be happy to just have a bone,
can I wish for a warm bed to sleep in tonight,a family or maybe a home?
This is the place that doesn't have Christmas, no one will be here to see me,
this place is cold and empty of cheer,there is no room to play or be free.
I am the lost at Christmas, I'm the eyes that look far away,
I'm the puppy locked up at the shelter alone,awaiting my fate Christmas Day.
I can't help with cooking, or decorate a tree, I rely on your help for the simplest things,
counting on you to take care of me.

I want to believe in this season, I want to know there are those who care,
but all I have to offer you is all my love to share.
Can you just stop by for a second, maybe give me a pat on the head?
Just let me lean up against you,so this season won't be so filled with dread.
If you would can you stop for a minute, and check all around your tree,
if there's room for your stockings and presents,
would you see if there's room for me?