I don’t know the author of this poem. My oldest son, who is 40 now, came home with it from Pre-school 37 years ago. And it has been a part of our Christmas ever since.
No other comments or pictures. It is my prayer for you all.
will always see
upon your Christmas tree.
You cannot touch them
with your hand
still they are there at you command.
They’re joy and faith
and hope renewed
with laughter for a happy mood.
And gratitude for each new day
with time to think and time to pray.
May the infant born
this Holy night
give grace to make your pathway bright
and grant that you will