For the less fortunate Children at Christmas

You are loved.

You are beautiful flowers
arrayed in different colors.

You are precious.

You are worth more than beryl,
gold, and diamonds.

You are priceless.

The light in you, shines brightly.

You are like the moon in the sky
that shines nightly.

Though you may not have many gifts this year,
or any at all, remember in your heart there is a song;
remember, you might shed tears and be sad,
but it will not last long.

You are not less than, you are more than
you can ever imagine.

Always stand tall, even in the face
of cruel whispers and mockery
from those with more material possessions.

The angels look upon you.

You are heaven’s passion.

— Merry Christmas