Snowflakes softly falling upon your window 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 neighbor down the street
Could find a job, that he might have some food, and clothes, and h eat
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
