VOL. V, NO. 6
DECEMBER 13, 1963
Do All Dreams Come True?
By Betsey Gordon '67
Two little faces, a girl's and a boy's,
Eyes bright with wonder, looking at toys.
Brother and sister, tired and forlorn,
Clothes neatly patched where they had been worn.
Christmas is coming and joy's in the air,
And people are shopping for gifts everywhere.
But two little faces, a girl's and a boy's
Are too poor to think that they'll have any toys.
Scarlet red bikes and scooters so fast,
Boxes of candies and suckers that last,
Books by the hundreds and games to be won.
Puzzles and paints and all kinds of fun.
Snow falling softly as homeward they go,
So slowly they walk in the pale evening glow.
Brother and sister are loving and bright
Though Santa won't come to their home tonight.
Deep in their hearts are the dreams they hold tight
And somehow, they're certain, the future's all right,
As right as the night when our Saviour was new,
Proving to all that dreams can come true.
Two little faces, a girl's and a boy's,
Eyes bright with wonder, looking at toys.
Brother and sister, tired and forlorn,
Clothes neatly patched where they had been worn.
Christmas is coming and joy's in the air,
And people are shopping for gifts everywhere.
But two little faces, a girl's and a boy's
Are too poor to think that they'll have any toys.
Scarlet red bikes and scooters so fast,
Boxes of candies and suckers that last,
Books by the hundreds and games to be won.
Puzzles and paints and all kinds of fun.
Snow falling softly as homeward they go,
So slowly they walk in the pale evening glow.
Brother and sister are loving and bright
Though Santa won't come to their home tonight.
Deep in their hearts are the dreams they hold tight
And somehow, they're certain, the future's all right,
As right as the night when our Saviour was new,
Proving to all that dreams can come true.