Christmas with Sara

All my life I'd write each year,A letter filled with hope and cheer.“Dear Santa,” I'd say, “please if you can,Bring me a monkey — I'm your biggest fan.”

Stockings were hung, the cookies set right,But no little monkey on Christmas night.Still I believed, through the snow and the years,Holding my dream through laughter and tears.

Then one bright Christmas, magic came true,A whisper of wonder, a sky brushed with blue.There by the tree with a ribbon so wide,Was Sara, my monkey, with joy in her eyes.

She leapt to my arms, so full of glee,The best gift that Santa could ever give me.With her little hands and her cuddly charm,She snuggled up close, safe in my arms.

Now Christmas means more than tinsel and light,It's monkey hugs soft in the glow of the night.Laughter and mischief, a heart full of grace—With Sara, my monkey, the world's a warm place.

And Santa? His name—Frank Morris, it's true,A friend with a heart so loyal and true.He gave me the joy I'd wished for so long,Now every Christmas feels like a song.

So thank you, dear Frank, for hearing my call,For giving me Sara, the best gift of all.Now each December, beneath twinkling skies,I share Christmas joy through Sara's bright eyes.