My Little Christmas

Poem By Sarda Mohan

There’s a special night – once in a year
To remind when from Heaven came God’s son here.
There are cakes to eat, prayers to say
To the little Babe on his bed of hay.

It’s the time to forgive all errors,
So little faces bloom like flowers.
Off to sleep they dart,
To dream of Santa in his cart.
Who waves to every little girl and boy,
And says with gifts
-“I love you. I bring you joy”.

Comments about My Little Christmas

What a lovely poem, Christmas never loses its power to enchant the reader. Kind regards, Sandra
A nice Christmas story everyone would like to read

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