Operation Christmas Child
Dear little one,
I see your shining eyes,
Sparkling at the marvel
Of such a grand surprise.
I do not know the color of your skin,
Indeed will never know,
But I can hear your squeal of pure delight
As you untie the bow.
The rules are very strict,
It has to be a regulation box.
It should be filled with necessary things
Like shirts, a knitted cap or socks.
Lovingly, I place the pretty doll
And all the things a little dolly needs.
Then fill up the empty spaces
With candies, gums, balloons and strings of beads.
When there is no room for another thing
That I can push or squeeze or shove
Into that regulation box,
I still find space for love.
[This message has been edited by Joyce Johnson (10-27-2007 04:34 PM).]