“I feel no Christmas,” cried a little girl,
“I don’t feel any of the Christmas cheer…
The tree is up and lit, the garlands swirl,
And Rudolph leads his pack of swift reindeer,
But I feel nothing,” sobbing would not cease.
Old Santa hugged her, “Don’t be sad, my dear,
They are not always real -– the things one sees,
What’s real is hidden from the eye, but near.
So close your eyes, put on your largest grin,
Unlock your heart and let your Christmas in.”
Originally posted on http://www.thehappyamateur.com in December 2013.
Image credit: “Miracle on 34th Street”