I no longer make lists for Santa.
Sure there are things I want…
A new, plush bathrobe
And that O’Loughlin guy from
That New Hawaii Five-O show
to be my sheet warming assistant.
I probably won’t get any of that,
But I really don’t care.
When I was eight,
Santa gave me you –
My best friend in the world.
For that, I’ll cut the fat man in red
A whole lot of slack.
I guess I should be sad
About all that I don’t have.
My freezer is empty,
And my cupboard is bare.
I don’t have the money
To even let a beauty school
Stylist do my hair.
What I do have
Is a best friend
I wouldn’t trade for anything,
And that is God’s
Christmas Present to Me.
A Christmas without friends
Would be a fireplace without fire.
A Christmas sitting alone
Would be like a child who needs a home.
A Christmas without friends
Would be the night without the stars.
A Christmas without friends
Wouldn’t be Christmas.
The star of friendship;
It’s always there,
Burning Bright,
Especially when life seems darkest –
And You’ve Lost
The Will to Fight.
It remains there
Like the guiding star of Christmas,
Reminding you
That you’re never truly alone.
The presents are wrapped
And the tree is lit.
My children are snoring;
My husband is still captivated
By last year’s Wii Fit.
I’m bone tired
And off to bed.
But before I
Rest my head,
I thank the
Lord for giving me
The best
Family and Friends
A person could ever have.