Dear Santa,
You’ve asked me…
What do I want for Christmas?
I want the same gifts
That I asked for last year.
No, it’s not a teddy bear.
I want to watch their excitement
As they open their gifts.
I want to fill their hearts with joy
With each and every toy.
I want to feel their precious kisses
As they plant them upon my cheek.
Today, tomorrow and even next week.
Dear Santa, remember?
Their presence is a present for me.
Their love is the greatest of these.
And, I’m grateful to my Lord
For my gifts, forevermore.
Deborah Ann Tornillo
Copyright© 2010
nice poem, kind regards steve..ho ho ho
Namaste
Tony
Santa Fee