The little boy woke that morning,
Santa had been and gone.
The rest of the house was starting to stir,
It wouldn’t be too long.
A steaming mug of lovely cocoa,
Warmed his chilly hands.
Anticipation tickled up his smile,
As he thought of other lands.
He thought of all the children,
Scattered around the earth.
Then thought of all his presents,
He wondered at their worth.
And in that moment, he understood,
What everyone should know.
Could he share this precious gift?
In words he could bestow?
Beneath the tree was a single gift,
A box with tattered wrapping.
And inside a single word,
That had the whole world clapping.
Do you choose to speak a word?
A single word to heal.
If we could say it all together,
And with honest zeal.
The present that we all do need,
The one that we must share,
Is one of love and peace and kindness,
To show we truly care.