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Poetry from within

A Christmas wish

It was the night before Christmas

The house was so still

Except for a young child

At the window sill

Crouched on her bed

Silently praying

Hoping that Santa

Could hear what she’s saying

A single teardrop

Falls down her cheek

As she quietly and softly

Begins to speak

“Dearest Santa

Please hear my prayer

As I’ve only one wish

For Christmas this year

Please do not leave presents

Under my Christmas tree

There is something more special

You can bring for me

It does not cost money

Need wrapping or making

But I know if you bring it

My heart would stop breaking

All that I ask

Is for my daddy to come home

To be with his family

Not spending Christmas alone

My daddy is a soldier

Who’s been posted away

So he cannot be with me

On Christmas Day

He’s fighting for peace

In a far off land

Alongside other soldiers

Far away in the sand

You may think I’m selfish

But I just want him home

No daddy should ever

Have to spend Christmas alone”

She ended by saying “Thank you Santa”

Then snuggled down into bed

With thoughts of her daddy pleasantly passing

Inside her sweet little head

High on the roof tops

Santa was listening

Through his fluffy white beard

His teardrops were glistening

He’d heard every word

This little girl had spoken

He then vowed to himself

Her wish wouldn’t be broken

So into his sleigh he climbed once more

Took a firm grip hold of the reins

With a magical spell and a “Ho, Ho, Ho”

He took to the skies once again

The reindeer flew over land and sea

To the place where brave soldiers roam

A little girl’s wish was going to be granted

Her daddy was going to come home

When Santa arrived, what he saw were brave soldiers

Each with a battle worn look on their face

They thought they were dreaming until Santa proclaimed

“I’m taking you out of this place”

Then he told, of the little girl

Praying at her window alone

That her only wish, for Christmas this year

Was for her soldier daddy, to come home

The soldiers then turned and looked at each other

In agreement each nodded their head

Then in true military style, one by one

They stepped silently onto the sled

When the last soldier boarded, Santa then turned

The sleigh round and took to the skies

With one last look back, the soldiers then wept

Relief now showed in their eyes

As each soldier reached home, they said their farewells

Until only one soldier remained

He then looked at Santa with a questioning smile

‘Was it my daughter, to whom you pertained?”

“Indeed it was” said Santa proudly

Your daughter’s prayer touched my heart

A simple wish, from an innocent child

Allowed tonight’s magic to start

Prayers had been answered, miracles do happen

This year, soldiers would not be alone

Instead they’d be warm, happy and safe

Spending Christmas with loved ones at home

What do you ask, of the little girl?

Who sat praying at her window alone

Well, she was snuggled up beside her daddy

Knowing Santa had brought him home.

Michaela Turner