'NICHOLAS'

'Nicholas'

She said "Here's my Santa letter, Mama
Can you please send it by jet plane?
It must arrive on time, you see"
She signed it "With love, Jayne."

The letter sat inside a sewing basket
And when found on Christmas Eve
Jayne's busy mother read it aloud
And her eyes could not believe:

"Dear ol' Santa Claus, it's just plain Jayne
I'm 8 years old and I've tried to be very good
I made straight A's in art & arithemetic
And I'm leaving you some favourite food."

"Daddy said that you aren't real, ya' know
But I still believe you will stop by
'Cuz I heard my mother talking to you
And last night I heard her cry and cry."

"So please bring my mama something nice
So she won't feel so sad and bad
Since Jesus took my little brother
I'm the only kid she's had."

"And Santa, when we're at his cold grave
And she ignores me standing there alone
Perhaps you can just remind her, please
She still has another little kid at home."

The mother read the words again and then
She went under the tree in the hall
She unwrapped her daughter's special gift
It was a life-sized baby-boy-doll.

She wrote a note to put inside
And this is exactly what it said:
"Jayne, your little brother sent you this
But Santa knows you know he's dead."

"Your mama loves you very much
And cherishes your every breath
Never doubt how proud she is
You are her life; til death."

She tip-toed into Jayne's bedroom
And saw her sleeping sound
And as she kissed her warm, soft cheek
She felt Angel's all around.

After that they grew more close and so
They made snow-angels and sang aloud
Baking cookies and sewing doll clothes
Jayne and her mother, together and proud!

And Jayne believed in Santa Claus
Until she grew to be a lady
And gave the name of 'Nicholas'
To her first new-born baby.