Monday, 30 November 2015


It's now your third Christmas, the years seem to fly,
I look at your face with a tear in my eye.
Excitement is high now, the tree has gone up,
You wish that old Santa would please hurry up.

I think about loved ones no longer on Earth,
I pray that they see you place stocking on hearth.
The season is mixed with nostalgia and joy,
We're creating your memories, not just buying toys.

You'll look back on these times one day when you're all grown,
Tell stories and tales to a child of your own.
Whatever life's troubles, let all sorrows lift,
And make this a good one, each day is a gift,

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