Your blankets snug around
you, into sleep you drift away. I bend to gently
kiss you, when I see that on the floor
There's a letter, neatly written, I wonder who it's for.
I quietly unfold it making sure you're still asleep,
It's a Christmas list for Santa--one
my heart
will always keep. It
started just as always with
the toys seen on TV, A new watch for your
father and a winter coat for me.
But as my eyes read
on I could see that deep inside
There were many things
you wished for that your
loving heart would hide
You asked if your friend Molly could have another dad; It
seems her father hits her and it makes
you very sad.
Then you
asked dear Santa if the neighbor down
the street
Could find a job,
that he might have some food, and
clothes, and h eat
You saw a
family on the news whose house had blown away;
"Dear Santa, send
them just one thing: a place where they can stay .'
"And Santa, those four cookies that I
left you for a treat,
Could you
take them to the
children who have nothing else to eat?"
"Do you know
that little bear I have--
the one I love so dear? I'm
leaving it for you to take to Africa this year."
"And as you
fly your reindeer on this night
of Jesus' birth, Could your magic bring to everyone
goodwill and peace on earth?"
"There's one last thing
before you go--so grateful I would be-If you'd
smile at Baby Jesus in the manger
by our tree."
I pulled the letter
close to me; I felt it
melt my heart.
Those tiny
hands had written what no other could impart.
"And a little child shall lead them,"
was whispered in my ear
As I watched you sleep on
Christmas Eve while Santa Claus
was here
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