Realizing the giving and receiving of gifts at Christmas, is not what it is all about. I am, however, human.
I thought of you when I was a child,
every waking hour,
you had my attention totally,
you were the ultimate power.
I went to church to pray for you,
and in my childish way,
I believed you would be there,
and come to me one day.
As I grew a little more,
I believed, but had a little doubt,
yet still I prayed that you were real,
and left my stocking out.
Yes I prayed for Santa Claus,
to come into my home,
hoping for Christmas gifts,
that would prove I was not alone.
As the years have aged me,
and love has come my way,
I no longer need dear Santa Claus
but still I try and pray.
I pray for Peace on Earth,
and for the love of man,
I try and help all others,
doing the best I can.
I pray that others,
will try and do the same,
I am still a little naughty tho’
and hopes a gift bears my name.
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