Special Delivery

On December 18th with a paper and pen,
little Myron Dobbs started writing to a friend.
The boy had a problem that he wanted to fix.
He made a very good plan for a child of six.

His family was in need of a miracle fast.
They all needed closure from a tragedy past.
He hid this letter on the Christmas tree,
placing it cleverly for St. Nicholas to see...

Dear Santa,
You probably know that my mother is not home anymore because she is in heaven. She stayed at the hospital for a long time after her car accident but the doctors couldn't make her better. My sisters are very sad and my Daddy has been drinking the good stuff every night. We don't go to church anymore so I have been praying before I go to bed. I ask for help but I don't think anyone is listening. I only want one thing for Christmas this year. Could you please take the note labeled HOPE and give it to Jesus. Please don't read it because it is very special and I only want him to see it. Thank you Santa and I love you.

The night before Christmas, while pouring a drink,
the father noticed the letter and started to think.
What was this envelope nestled from plain view?
He opened it and found not one letter, but two.

He sat down in his chair and put up his feet
close to the warmth of the fireplace heat.
He read the first, sipping his whiskey and coke
but it was the note to Jesus that undoubtedly spoke...

Dear Jesus,
It's me, Myron Dobbs, from church. I know you must be busy because all the kids are praying for toys. I don't know where you are but I have been trying to get you to listen to my prayers, so I hope you get this letter. My mother told me before that you can always hear me and you will always answer my prayers in your time. Well, I think it is time. I am afraid if you wait any longer, I won't have a family left. You know my Daddy is a good man but he needs your help to get him back to where he was. He has been the Pastor at our church for a long time and he has helped a lot of people. Everyone misses him at church. My sisters miss him too. I miss him at home because he is my favorite friend and we used to do really fun stuff together. I hear him crying in his office at night when he thinks I am in bed. He told me that losing Mommy wasn't in his plan so can you show him what your plan is? I don't think he knows. I wont ever ask for anything ever again for Christmas if you can make my Daddy stop hurting from missing my Mommy. Thank you Jesus and I love you. Very much.

It was finally Christmas for that sweet little boy,
seeing his envelope gone, his heart filled with joy.
Stockings hung full and the kids wanted to peak
but their father smiled wide and started to speak.

We need to give thanks for God's Holy Son
then to dear Myron for the good that he's done.
A miracle happened last night while in bed,
I must tell you all while it's still in my head.

Last night in a dream, Mommy came to me
and I read her the letters Myron hid in the tree.
She was so happy God's will was now done
from the letter to Jesus, written by her son.

Myron's daddy laughed as joyful tears poured,
knowing his wife was safe in the arms of the Lord.
The church again has their pastor, the father has his son
and Myron had his Daddy from the battle that was won.

...Praise the prayers of the little children.