Snowflakes sofly falling,
upon your window play,
your blanket snug around you,
into sleep you drift away.

I bend down 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 your still asleep,
It's a christmas list to 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 neighbours down the street
could find a job,that he might have
some food,and clothes and heat.

you saw a family on the news
whose house had blown away
"dear santa,send them just one thing,
a place where they could 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
good will and peace on earth ?"

"there's just one thing before you go--
so greatful I would be--
If you'd smile at baby jesus
In the manger,bye 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 sants claus was here.

AUTHOR UNKNOWN

Aww Celtchic that was beautifull

keelie I was nearly greetin when I first read it big softy

That was simply beautiful Celtchic. Tugs the heart strings, sure it does?

Celtchic, that was lovely, thank you for sharing

phew a lump in my throat or what that was superb chic oh through the eyes of a child

Celtchic

Lovely poem, only innocent minds that children believe all is well in the world may we all think about the truthfulness of Christmas.

Wow that is some wee poem. I am going to print it off for my daughter to take into her grade two kids.She was just telling us last weekend how we would die if we saw what the kids were asking from Santa these days.

Sorry could ye repeat that Isobel ah didnae hear ye hen

Lovely poem Celtchic, if we could only bag the innocence forever eh

celtchic 67 that was beautiful thank you hen

Sorry Anne......Isobel had repeated her words but edited....in between me makin the joke about ah couldnae hear an if she could repeat it fur me....so ma post went in ahint hers but she'd already fixed it.

Jist anither "Lost in Transalation" moment

ah knew that catherine

Lovely Poem Celtchic, very touching.

Whit was that Catherine you need me to repeat it, ha ha

Lovely poem, sure touches the heart