Santa's Tin Soldier

Santa traveled from house to house, spreading his toys, quiet as a mouse. Down the chimney his Christmas trick, his big red bag to empty real quick. A pause to enjoy a sweet Santa treat, milk and cookies can never be beat. But wait, a note to Santa this table, written to Santa by the young boy Able. Dear Santa, I thank you for your visit tonight, I'm sure you filled our tree just right. The world is a scary place just now, I want you safe and I figured out how. Please take my solider on your trip tonight, brave and strong to keep trouble from sight. Love Able One tin soldier did indeed there stand, a bit play worn and tattered by hand. Santa last Christmas brought Able this toy, his most wanted gift had said this boy. Santa smiled and thought for a bit, then finger to nose for some magic to get. The little tin soldier snapped to attention, lay his rifle to ground without mention. You, my grand soldier, will travel with me, spreading to all a message, my plea. Peace on earth this Christmas night, let the children fear not and sleep in delight. May man use this time to find in his heart, a seed to be planted, a time to restart. Let man love man your message to be, ride at my side, herald peace for me. One little tin soldier flew through the night, spreading peace and goodwill in Santa's flight. From roof top to roof top on Christmas Eve, the greatest gift peace, love, hope to believe. 12/21/16 ©