"Mom, why did the other children,
get more Christmas gifts than I?
Is it because we don't have a rooftop
for him to see from the sky?
Is it because he thinks I'm naughty, maybe I have been bad?
Maybe it's because when I was hungry,
I couldn't help feel sad.
Is it because of when I cried?
because i hurt from the cold?
I would love a story book Mom,
like the ones you told.
Mom, do you think that Santa knows me?
or do you think he has forgot?
I never asked for very much.
I didn't want a lot."
The Mother turned to her child,
she bent down to his height.
She looked deep into his eyes,
as her tears she tried to fight.
"Santa sees you every day,
as he fly's past every star.
He loves each child on this earth,
no matter who they are.
Some gifts they come in boxes,
some big and some are small,
but the ones that can't be seen
are the greatest gifts of all.
Santa looks for the children,
that deserve his magic dust.
It falls down from the sky, and
misses the unjust.
If you are lucky enough to catch it,
you will feel it from inside,
you won't throw away an empty box,
as it was wrapped with pride.
You will feel it warm your heart,
put dreams into your mind.
The food in which you craved
will be the ambition that you'll find.
You will know how to appreciate,
and how to give to all you meet.
You will be the greatest friend,
see everything as a treat.
That story book you hoped for,
you will write your own one day.
This magic dust is full of adventures,
that require you to play.
So, no, Santa did not forget you,
you stood out from so many.
He chose you for this special gift,
that you will treasure more than any."
The little boy then smiled.
and near a twig he found a sack.
He looked toward his Mam,
who looked at him right back.
Her eyes told him to open it,
he didn't need telling twice.
Inside there was a blanket,
and some fruit that he found nice.
There was a colouring book and pencils,
his eyes lit up the sky.
He ran to his Mother's arms, and
said Santa really loves you and I.
He gave his Mom his apple,
and a piece of orange peel.
The magic dust had begun working,
proving Santa Claus was real.
