I was overwhelmed with excitement
Of presents, stockings and Christmas feasts.
My only thoughts were completely of Santa Claus,
Sparkling lights and Christmas trees.
I listened to stories, of the first Christmas
Of heavenly angels who would come at night
To visit me in my fairytale dreams…
One night a fairy appeared with an angelic voice,
“It’s the time to remember the birth of Jesus, the Son of God.”
And as the soft sound of her wings disappeared
My dreams became reality.
I chose to believe and prayed not for gifts
But the greatest of all: Love.