A friend sent me this poem and I thought it worth printing.
I have a list of people
All written in a book –
And every year at Christmas time
I go and take a look.
And that is when I realize
That those names are all a part –
Not of the book they’re written in
But of my very heart.
For each name stands for someone
Who has crossed my path some time –
And in that meeting they’ve become
A treasured friend of mine.
And once you’ve met some people
The years can not erase –
The memory of a pleasant word
Or of a friendly face.
So when I send a note or email
That is addressed to you –
It’s because you’re on that ‘Special list’
Of folk that I’m indebted to.
And you are one of several folk
In times past that I’ve met –
And happen to be one of those
I don’t want ever to forget.
And whether I have known you
For many years or few –
In some way you have had a part
In shaping things I do.
So this, the Spirit of Christmas
That forever still endures –
May it leave its richest blessing
In the hearts of you and yours!
Author Unknown
