Christmas Is For Children - Poem by W.I. Stoneberger
A million little things left to do
- shopping and wrapping
decorating and tiny details.
The holiday hustle is on.
Trees are trimmed. Lights flash.
Children wait for school vacation
wish for snow
watch for Santa.
Their eyes hold miracles and magic
in their gaze.
Their belief as bright
as Bethlehem's star shining.
There is innocence in their dreams,
Soon their stockings will be stuffed
full of candies and the creation of memories.
They'll unwrap the world
and it will be just what they wanted.
A million things left to do
- reminiscing and praying
learning to believe again.
Comments about Christmas Is For Children by W.I. Stoneberger
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You