THERE is a list of folks I know,
All written in a book,
And every time at Christmas time
I go and take a look.
And that is when I realise
That these names are a part,
Not of the book they're written in,
But of my very heart.
For once you've met somebody,
The years cannot erase
The memory of a pleasant word
Or a loving face.
Never think my Christmas cards
Are just a mere routine,
Of names upon a Christmas list
Forgotten in-between.
For be you a relative or
Just someone that I've met,
You happen to be one of those
I'd rather not 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 as you read this message,
That I send at Christmas time,
Know that I send you all my love,
While you are on my mind.
Updated: 12:15 Wednesday, December 17, 2003
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