Oh Little child so near the tree
The precious view you clearly see
Adorned in white, a glistened sight
A chilling warmth, it's nearly night
Excitement grows within each eye
A splendid match, so bright yet shy
You make each wish, each secret part
A ray with God, so fills your heart
Your wants are small, unselfish child
Not to be wrapped, branded or styled
A world of hope, filled full of peace
A caring call, let love increase
Next year this child so wants to be
Back out to watch, this growing tree
What of our choice as time goes by
Will hope and peace and love climb high
Lorraine
The Angel Lady by Bob Lazzar-Atwood
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