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