Open Poetry #43 |
A Boy's Letter to Santa |
threadbear Senior Member
since 2008-07-10
Posts 817Indy |
A Boy's Letter To Santa I sat down to write a letter this winter - making a contract with the Big Red Man wrote my pencil down to just splinters told him I’m doing the best that I can. I’ve been thankful, and I’ve been good Ok, it’s a tarnished halo made of gopher wood on my head, but it shines so brightly above learned to forgive, and learned how to love. I know that my grandpa and my grandma can’t always be here like I wish they could Sometimes I cry myself to sleep pulling dreams over me like a hood. But I’m just a little boy, always by your side seeking in shadows where all happiness hides Waiting on Christmas Eve for chimney soot to tumble in puffs from your magic red boot. And I know there are others more worthy than I and I know there are others that have little hope And I know there's many whose love’s been denied And I know not all souls can be cleansed by soap So I say my prayers, each evening before I sleep kiss my forehead, and send me into happy dreams wait for the morning, when snow is piled deep white as a dove, and swirling like coffee cream A big wish for all of us simply to believe in A world that begs for simple things to receive that they find, this holiday: love, truth and caring and that this wondrous season is all about sharing So, Santa, if you see Jesus, will you kiss him? Tell him we love him as much as we miss him? And tell him thank you for all the lucky boys who are cuddled on Christmas while they open their toys? But mostly ask him not to forget those forgotten boys and fill them to the brim with your everlasting joy and tell them there’s a little guy who just wants to say we are thinking and praying for them on this Holy Christmas day. signed, a little boy |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
"Sometimes I cry myself to sleep pulling dreams over me like a hood. So, Santa, if you see Jesus, will you kiss him? Tell him we love him as much as we miss him?" little boy lonely and sad who’s heart is aching bad your soul feathers the wings of birds your best friend is words |
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threadbear Senior Member
since 2008-07-10
Posts 817Indy |
Such a pretty reply, Slick Ms. Lady! Do you know what inspired this? Do you know that Crash Test Dummies song: "Mmmmmm"? There's a line in there about 'some kid had worse than that', one of my maxims i live by: no matter how bad one thinks things are, there are 1000's, maybe millions who are worse off, so we should always count our blessings and be glad our soul wasn't born in Darfur, or some place similar. Jeff |
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