* 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 you 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 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 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. *** Author: Unknown ~*~ Santa's Sleigh ~*~ Have you ever wondered Where Santa leaves his sleigh, When he brings toys for the girls and boys To find on Christmas Day? *** For reindeers, all the roof-tops are much to smooth and steep! One slip, and they'd fo sliding down, and land in one big heap! *** But if they were in the garden, How could Santa, with his sack, Climb right up to the roof-top, Then down the chimney stack? *** There's too much danger in the road... So, where CAN he leave his sleigh? Perhaps you'd like to ask him, When he comes round your way! *** Author: Unknown ~*~ THE TWO BOXES ~*~ I have in my hands two boxes Which God gave me to hold He said,"Put all your sorrows in the black, And all your joys in the gold." I heeded his words, and in the two boxes Both my joys and sorrows I store But though the gold became heavier each day The black was as light as before With curiosity, I opened the black I wanted to find out why And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole Which my sorrows had fallen out by. I showed the hole to God, and mused aloud, "I wonder where my sorrows could be." He smiled a gentle smile at me. "My child, they're all here with me." I asked,"God, why give me the boxes, "Why the gold, and the black with the hole?" "My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings, The black is for you to let go." *** Author: Unknown ~*~ Santa Claus ~*~ He comes in the night! He comes in the night! He softly, silently comes; While the little brown heads on the pillows so white Are dreaming of bugles and drums. He cuts through the snow like a ship through the foam, While the white flakes around him whirl; Who tells him I know not, but he findeth the home Of each good little boy and girl. *** His sleigh it is long, and deep, and wide; It will carry a host of things, While dozens of drums hang over the side, With the sticks sticking under the strings. And yet not the sound of a drum is heard, Not a bugle blast is blown, As he mounts to the chimney-top like a bird, And drops to the hearth like a stone. *** The little red stockings he silently fills, Till the stockings will hold no more; The bright little sleds for the great snow hills Are quickly set down on the floor. Then Santa Claus mounts to the roof like a bird, And glides to his seat in the sleigh; Not a sound of a bugle or drum is heard As he noiselessly gallops away. *** He rides to the East, and he rides to the West, Of his goodies he touches not one; He eateth the crumbs of the Christmas feast When the dear little folks are done. Old Santa Claus doeth all that he can; This beautiful mission is his; Then, children be good to the little old man, When you find who the little man is. *** Author: Unknown ~*~ Go Visit Santa