A squeak on the stairs.
Could Santa be here?
Better pull my blankets
Up to my ears.
Poem About Child Waiting For Santa
A squeak on the stairs.Featured Shared Story
A falling sound in the chimney. Could it be Old St. Nick? Better pull my covers and go to sleep.
Until it affects someone we love,
We don't even know it's there.
It's really not our problem,
So why should we care....Featured Shared Story
As I read this poem, I hurt with you. I feel the pain and still do that you do and could only imagine what your mother must of be going through to help you deal with it and trying to...