Christmas Snack
My face smiled and sighed
While my soul laughed and wept
My 36 year old autistic son
Still believes in Christmas
On his own initiative
He placed a glass of milk
In front of the fireplace last night
I noticed his worried look
"What's the matter Joey?"
"Fraid the milk might sour"
My little Buddha
So thoughtful and guileless
I scheduled myself to empty the glass
Before he awakened Christmas morning
But he beat me down the stairs
However, Mrs. Santa Claus saved the day
He was so pleased, and so was I
Santa got his Christmas snack
I love this poem.....I can so see Joey and the happening of the milk. Hooray for Linda for seeing the need. Joey has been a heart lesson for many. God speaks to us in many ways.
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