Another Christmas Eve is here,
It's now 2016,
Eleven long, painful years,
The stolen grandchildren we still haven't seen.
Their stockings are hung with their siblings,
And many cousin's too,
Still waiting for their return,
But when,we have no clue.
We don't even know if they remember us,
I'm sure they're told we didn't care,
They're probably afraid to make contact,
I'm sure they've been threatened don't dare.
How insensitive can the stranger's raising them be,
Knowing these children have REAL family,
Family that love and miss them,
Family they won't let them see.
I feel like there really is a Grinch,
It goes by the name of CPS,
But instead of protecting children,
They make families a total mess.
So another Christmas Day we'll spend,
With three empty chairs at the table,
We pray to God we'll see them again,
We pray we'll still be able.
We hope they know we love them,
And that we always will,
We hope there will come a day,
That all three will come home,
Come home at last to stay.