Remembering days of childhood,
When placed on Santa's knee;
I'd share my dreams and wishes,
All I hoped he'd bring to me.
As Christmas morning approached,
I'd be filled with anticipation;
Convinced that dear old Santa,
Would fulfill my expectations.
That special pile of cookies,
Left for him on a dish;
Kept me feeling quite certain,
He had read my Christmas list.
And I would hang my stocking,
On the railing that went up the stairs;
Certain that Santa would fill it
With my personal holiday fare.
How simple were my wishes then,
Compared to those today;
Yet I still believe in miracles,
Ever hopeful on Christmas Day.
I wish there were no hunger,
No illness or disease;
I wish people were kinder,
More gracious and eager to please.
I wish love would last forever,
As I'm sure is in God's plan;
And we'd learn to keep the promises,
We made our fellow man.
I wish there were no bloodshed
And in peace we all could live;
I wish there were less takers,
And more would learn to give.
I wish we treated people
Better than we treat our 'things';
Our words full of loving kindness,
Instead of nasty stings.
I wish our hearts were softer,
And filled with more compassion;
Instead of greedy corruption,
Which seems to be the fashion.
So if there were really Holiday magic,
And I could have anything I wish;
These would be some of the things you'd find
Upon my Christmas list.
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