I was going through the house doing my daily chores,
Picking up here and dusting there, now there's so much more.
I wandered into the room, where the children have to sleep,
And there on the floor all crumpled, lay this letter in a heap.
I picked it up to throw it away, when something caught my eye,
I saw the heading addressed to Santa, and I began to spy.
It started out just like most, asking for all the toys,
Race cars and video games, the usual for little boys.
Then half way down the page, my tears began to flow,
When I read the words of this boy of eight,
my heart would swell and grow.
Santa, I really miss my Mother, and my Father too,
I know my Aunt and Uncle, are doing all they can do.
You see my parents were in the towers, the day they shook and fell,
Now me and little sister, are staying here a spell.
You see, I wrote a letter to my Mother, about that day Nine Eleven,
Do you think if it's ok, could you just drop it by Heaven?
I need my Mom to know, that Sister and I are okay,
And we will surely miss her, on Christmas Day.
I read on down the page through the falling tears,
At the bottom it was signed, Merry Christmas and Good Cheers.
I pressed out the wrinkles, this letter I would keep,
And read it from time to time, when the trials mounts too steep.
For in one letter to Santa, this child of only eight,
Has proven without doubt, you can move past anger and hate.
Listen my children and I shall tell,
Of the newborn King of Israel!
Jesus, son of David is His name!
For hundreds of years His birth was foretold,
By Holy seers and prophets of old.
Then, in the fullness of time, our Lord came!
In a Bethlehem stable the Christchild lay,
Amidst sounds of animals and the smell of hay.
The King of Glory was born of a lowly birth.
Ah, but this time was to be like no other,
For the virgin Mary became Christ's mother,
And He became the Saviour of all the earth!
The old man struggled against
the bitterly cold winter winds
and the slippery, icy sidewalk
while holding on to his knapsack
as if there were treasures in it
A long time ago he'd been
a successful businessman,
but he'd given up
in order to follow
his heart and soul
on a spiritual quest,
therefore he survived
on a very modest income
Many people pointed at him
and laughed at his tattered old clothes,
but few felt comfortable looking into his eyes,
which seemed to penetrate into a person's being
as if he could see whom they really were inside
Although he rarely spoke to others unless they
happened to speak to him for some reason,
during the Christmas season he always
greeted everyone he met with a big smile,
a twinkle in his eyes, and a "Merry Christmas!"
One December day he cheerfully greeted
a very well-to-do woman and her friends
The woman, who was a bit affronted by him,
sarcastically and condescendingly asked him,
"And just what possible reasons
do you have to be merry?"
while snickering to her friends
"Good lady, I have my faith in God,
my soul which I'm trying to improve,
and my love and respect for all living things,
including you and your companions.
Therefore, I am truly blessed and
richer than I ever thought possible.
So, is it any wonder that I have
ample reasons for being merry?"
The woman and her friends were quite
taken back by the old man's response,
and she replied with bitterness and disdain,
"I think you're only saying that in the hopes
that I will give you some unearned handout!"
" I have not nor would I ask anything from you,
except perhaps for a little kindness in your words."
he gently replied with patient understanding
It was obvious from the look in her eyes
that the old man's comments had
surprised and embarrassed her,
and she lashed out with an icy voice,
"So why do you carry that raggedy old knapsack
as if it contained something of real value?"
"Dear lady, it does hold something of great value,
for you see, I have photos of those I love,
as well as some bread and berries in it
that I'm going to give to the little birds
in the beautiful park over there.
And, I'm sure that those birds are much more interested
in what's inside my knapsack than its appearance."
Then the old man politely bowed to the well-to-do ladies
and quietly and serenely continued walking towards the park