Merry Christmas...
A little boy, wearing a sleeper - complete with snaps and flap on the bum,
Sits on a folding child-size wooden chair before a decorated Christmas tree.
He is at home... it's early morning, on a week day.
His brother and sister have gone to school,
His father is at work,
and he can hear his mother in the kitchen.
He has, perhaps, four, close to five years under his little little belt.
Holding two fingers up in what he feels is a respectful salute, appropriate to a Christmas tree,
he sings along with a Christmas carol playing on the radio.
He is waiting...
... it was 1966, and he was on the good list.
Never understood the salute thing, but he was following his heart.
I think, today more than ever before, it would be a great kindness...
if we let our children... all children... just follow their hearts.
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