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

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