My Christmas Dream

I awoke Christmas morning

with songs on my mind,

not of sugar plums dancing

nor reindeer in line.

But something far softer

began rising in me,

wrapping around

like a warm melody.

A voice so familiar—

not a jolly Ho Ho—

no, this one far deeper

than most hearts ever know.

It wasn’t forced,

nor harsh in its tone;

a truth…from before, one

I always had known.

From long ago,

I made one request—

a love only God could see,

where no one would find it

unless it was blessed.

And who better to find it—

who’d surely know, too—

that the love that I carry

is the love God once grew.

I gave it to Him,

trusting one distant day,

He’d send it back gently

in His chosen way.

You see, I hid it so deeply,

That no one else could unwind

the longing I folded

in the quiet of my mind.

A secret petition,

a prayer sealed tight,

a wish wrapped in childhood

and tucked out of sight.

Yet on Christmas morning,

as that voice returned near,

I felt the old whisper

I once asked Him to hear.

And there in the stillness,

I knew it was true—

God never forgot

what my young heart once knew.