found a poem on the web, its very heartwarming...


Snowflakes softly falling
Upon your window they play
Your blankets snug around you,
Into sleep you drift away.

I bend to gently kiss you,
when I see that on the floor
there's a letter, neatly written
I wonder who it's for.

I quietly unfold it
making sure you're still asleep,
It's a Christmas list for Santa
one my heart will always keep.

It started just as always
with the toys seen on TV,
A new watch for your father
and a winter coat for me.

But as my eyes read on
I could see that deep inside
there were many things you wished for
that your loving heart would hide.

You asked if your friend Molly
could have another Dad,
It seems her father hits her
and it makes you very sad.

Then you asked dear Santa
if the neighbors down the street
Could find a job, that he might have
some food, and clothes, and heat.

You saw a family on the news
whose house had blown away.
"Dear Santa, send them just one thing,
a place where they can stay."

"And Santa, those four cookies that
I left you for a treat,
could you take them to the children
who have nothing else to eat."

"Do you know that little bear I have
the one I love so dear?
I'm leaving it for you to take
to Africa this year."

"And as you fly your reindeer
on this night of Jesus' birth,
Could your magic bring to everyone
goodwill and peace on earth".

"There's one last thing before you go,
so grateful I would be,
If you'd smile at Baby Jesus
in the manger by our tree."

I pulled the letter close to me,
I felt it melt my heart.
Those tiny hands had written
what no other could impart.

"And a little child shall lead them",
was whispered in my ear
As I watched you sleep on Christmas Eve
while Santa Claus was here.



As we grow older and more mature, as we leave childhood and step into adulthood, inevitably we would gain something and would lose something. Experience, memory, knowledge, and oso many troubles and worries and factors of insecurity in life we would gain. Lost are those innocence a child holds, sometimes our passion for life, sometimes the simple and pristine joy we once had, our dreams and ambitions when we were small kiddies, our wish to be a superman and save the world.

As we learn more about life and living, we would see many dark sides of life as the phrase we so often heard in GP suggests, "Life is not a bed of roses"

but to me, life is what and how u perceive it is. There is NO absolute truth abt it. A crisis can be a turning point. A failure can be a starting point. If we see life as full of roses, and it will be so.

whenever u feel down, dejected, depressed, feeling tt u r a loser, do not lose faith in ur life. u r not alone in these struggles (or challenges) in life. many of us are facing different problems in life everyday. And u r already a winner to have lived thus far (u r the only one out of the millions of sperm cells that successfully fertilese the egg, and successfully grow and learn from an embryo to a 17-yr-old life entity). continue to be a winner!

okay, i have digressed. regarding the poem, i think the take-home-and mull-over-b4-sleeping-message is that we shall always keep the child in us, no matter how mature we are, we muz not lose the very pure and pristine child that we once were.

*ok, it sounded very preaching, cliched to some of u perhaps. aniway, juz a rambling of mine. do comment if u have, and do blog more :)