Dear Santa

Snowflakes softly falling,
upon your window they play.
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 neighbors down the street...
could find a job, that they 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 can stay."

"And Santa, those three cookies
that I left you for a treat...
could you take them to the children
who have nothing else to eat?"

"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 others 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.