One of the things I love about Christmas is the fact that we are allowed to be just as sentimental and schmaltzy as we want. After all, 'tis the season, right?
This is a poem I wrote back in 1994 when I was self-publishing a newsletter entitled "Going for It!!! Helping You Make Your Life and Your World a Better Place."
I knew how corny it was, even back then, but my mother and I shared a lot of laughs working on the poem together.
Mom passed away last year and reading this poem again reminds me of her wonderful laugh and smile and all of the good times we shared "trying to make the world a better place." I know I'm being a bit sentimental, but 'tis the season, right?
Here's the original poem "Dear Santa" written by Betsy S. Franz with a little help from mom, complete with the clipart we used for the newsletter.
I'm dreaming of a better world
A nicer place to be
Where everyone is good and kind
And no one's mean to me.
Where people help each other out
And share the food they eat
So no one has to do without
Or live out on the street
Where no one owns a knife or gun
So kids can safely play
Where gangs think sports and games are fun
And solve their fights that way
Where the air is clean, the oceans too
There's no polluted land
There's lots of space for everyone
Both animals and man.
Where people's minds aren't all messed up
With alcohol and drugs
And when they need some comforting
They can get a dose of hugs.
Where everyone stays healthy
Almost no one's ever sick
But if they do get something
They get better really quick.
Where everyone treats everyone
The same way as a brother
Regardless of age, race or sex
They all love one another.
I know that most the other kids
Prob'ly ask for toys
But I think that these are better things
For all the girls and boys.
I'd like to do my part
I want to make a better world
Just tell me where to start.
©1994 Betsy S. Franz & Ruth L. Stabler
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