Dear God, my name is Joey,
I’m only 9 years old.
I’d like to tell YOU what I want for Christmas,
If I can be so bold.
I don’t want a new bicycle,
Or a train with all the tracks.
I’m not interested in a basketball,
I have a baseball and bat.
I don’t care for a new puppy,
They make too big of a mess.
But there’s something I want much more than these,
Something else I must confess.
God, will you please bless my family this Christmas,
Keep us close when times are tough?
Mom and Dad are trying hard,
But sometimes, it just isn’t enough.
Please keep us all healthy this Christmas,
And all through the New Year too.
If You grant my wish, God,
I’ll tell You what I’ll do.
I’ll be nicer to my sister,
And won’t tease her when she cries.
I’ll help clean up around the house,
And do my best not to tell any lies.
I know my parents can’t afford presents,
And I’m okay with the tree being small.
But can I make one last wish, God,
I promise it’s not very big at all.
My only other wish is for my sister,
For her to get at least one present under the tree.
It doesn’t have to be big or fancy,
As long as she knows that it’s from You and me.
Grace writes from Dennisville.
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