T'was a new Christmas morning, the gifts were all gone,
The night was long over, it was going to be dawn.
When a thought struck Santa, right out of the blue,
It broke his poor heart - it could happen to you...
He had travelled the world, gifting toy after toy,
But he had forgotten, the small Birthday Boy.
He went to the stable, to make a fresh start,
He had no gift, but his own gentle heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem