Have Merriest Christmas of All

Have Merriest Christmas of All Pull things out of hats and may be a mystic But sooner or later must start being realistic When together both God and I will soon go Should see everyone's curiosity start to grow. When I hold God's hand looks like open space And of His presence cannot see or find a trace Yet I still so faithfully know He is still there Answering dreams appearing from everywhere. Remember bike you wanted Santa to bring And of all things wanted more than anything If to God soft, sweet song you were to sing Into your life beautiful things He will bring. After prayers, God would not leave me alone; I wanted a cute computer and also a cell phone And do you know what I really liked best of all Is when she would take me to the shopping mall. This was when I drove my poor mom insane When in shopping center gave me free reign Of things I should order or end up buying On God's best judgement I was now relying. Then again remembered things I did adore God said to buy them and give to the poor And those things which I wanted so much Was to let blind have and feel toy's touch. How happy I currently will be and am now Always knowing that I will get by somehow And now matter what is or so it seems What I wanted was fulfilled in my dreams. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran and Poet Have the merriest Christmas of all. I actually had goose pimples after God helped me write this poem.