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TOMMY’S CHRISTMAS WISH

Tommy was a wee young boy,
And asked mommy to write and
Ask Santa for a special toy
Tommy was only four years old,
And lived with Mommy,
As his Daddy,
Brad, had gone to Canada,
To find a job,
The family was poor, and he
Had to make an extra bob!
What is daddy like he asked
His mom
Tommy’s mom began to hum
A song that her son 
Well remembered,
And that she knew 
Tommy treasured.
Her husband had been away
From home for over a year,
This brought a tear
To her eye for Tommy’s sake,
He had not really known
His dad, this made her sad,
And hoped that Brad,
Would soon be back.	
Tommy read his mom’s thoughts
And asked that she must please
Ask Santa to bring him back,
That’s all he wanted for Christmas,
As he missed dad and loved
Him a stack!
Tommy dozed off to sleep
And mother Sandy knelt
Down to pray,
Please God let Brad,
Come back even for
Just a day !
In Iceland, Santa had started
Packing his toys 
Right for the boys and 
Left for the girls
Those were the ones,
He had tied with
Frills, whirls and curls!
Elfs, pixies and Mrs. Santa too,
All helped, they made a 
Magnificent crew.
Santa was tired as he
Packed the last toy 
On his sleigh,
When he noticed a letter
Floating his way!
It was marked express mail,
And Santa read it as he did
All his mail, without fail!
After he had finished reading
Tommy’s letter from his mum,
He patted his plump tum,
And rubbed his beard,
He knew where Tommy’s
Dad was,
Because,
He had in error received 
A similar letter from Brad,
Tommy’s Dad,
That he was soon coming back.
He was so sorry,
He was away so long,
He was working as a lumberjack
They no longer had to worry
He had made money, enough 
And he was hitching a ride
With Santa, great stuff!
For Santa had replied to Brad,
And told him to be on the ready,
And look out for a sleigh
That was fast and not too steady,
For Santa was getting old,
And not quite as fast or bold!
Santa picked up Tommy’s dad
From Canada,
Hey Santa, said Brad,
You really do exist,
Woaah!  Drive carefully,
There’s a lot of Mist!
We’re landing, said Santa
Put on your belt,
Such fascination and awe,
Brad had never felt!
Loaded with presents,
He tiptoed into Tommy’s room
And woke up his son,
There was such excitement
Second to none,
Both were over come
And wept with joy,
Sandy heard the noise,
And ran to Tommy room,
Happy Christmas darling he said,
And Sandy cried,
As she hugged her two boys!
It was Christmas day,
And Tommy and Sandy’s
Wish had come true,
Hope that families apart on
This joyous day
Come together, 
For that we all pray!
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