I have a list of people I know.
All written in a book
And every year at Christmastime,
I go and take a look.
And that is when I realise,
That those names are 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 a friendly face.
So when I send a Christmas card
That is addressed to you.
It's because you're on my list
Of folk I'm indebted to.
And you are one of many folk
Who in times past I've met.
And happen to be one of those
I don't want to forget.
And whether I have known you
for many years or few,
In some way you have a part
In shaping things I do.
This, the spirit of Christmas,
that forever and ever endures.
May it leave it richest blessing
In the hearts of you and yours.
Author Unknown
