Born Into My Heart

Snowflakes tap the windowpane. Stockings hang with different names. No bloodline threads,

but hearts entwine. This Christmas love is by design. We light the tree,

we bake the pie. We laugh until the cocoa's dry. No paper sign

could ever show. The way your smile makes my heart glow. You weren't born

into my arms. But you were born into my heart. Wrapped in hope

and history. You were the gift I didn't see. Found under the

tree. First snow angel, mitten fight. Reading tales by candlelight.

You ask if Santa knows your name. I say, "He knew before