With eager eyes they look at the toys.
Then tug at their mother’s arm.
“I want this and I want that.”
Their little voices say.
Their mother smiles and nods.
“But you’ll have to wait until Christmas Day.”
Behind her smile is sadness.
Knowing she can’t afford all they see.
But hopes that they will be happy.
With whatever they receive.
14 Nov 1978
I come from a single parent family, and the most important thing we ever got for Christmas was the message of shared love between us, no-matter how short the money was A great truth about this one David Love duncan X
Christmas belongs to the kids... when you still believe the magic is true... David 10
David, this is a wonderful Christmas poem, it brought back memories of Christmas's long ago. I Thankyou---Melvina--
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You captured my christmas with my kids: O)