Let me tuck your tiny head
beneath God's cloud of love,
And sing a lullaby to you
of Angels . . . up above.
Let me kiss your baby cheek
and touch your curly hair . . .
For you are what I am living for
my darling, resting there.
And so goodnight my little one
it's time to close your eyes . . .
and drift into a land, your own
of childhood's sweet surprise.
Long ago and far away
Across a meadow green,
An elf was picking flowers. . .
Once upon a dream.
I watched him very quietly. . .
He was the cutest thing,
And then when everything was still,
He began to sing.
I am a happy little elf
with lots of work to do,
I make perfume from all the flowers,
Pink, and red, and blue.
I'm such a happy little elf
With secrets I must keep,
For this perfume that I can make
Helps little ones to sleep.
And when its sweetness fills the air
Around their little beds,
I will watch the fairies dance
Above their little heads.
He must have known I saw him there.
I can't recall, you see. . .
Because I awoke at home in bed,
with mother kissing me.
But that is how I learned his plan
And figured out his scheme,
Long ago and far away. . .
Once upon a dream.
By Priscilla Rose Wyatt
SUGAR MOUNTAIN
I have seen a mountain
That reaches Oh so high,
Where crystal sugar snowflakes
Fall gently from the sky.
And rainbow colored dewdrops
Glisten in the sun,
Around the sugar fairies
Who dance, when day is done.
I never knew how beautiful
Anything could be
Until I saw the Sugar Queen
Looking up at me.
She said Were Santa's helpers.
We make happiness!
And for your gift on Christmas morn,
You?ll receive a kiss.
Then sure enough, on Christmas morn,
Mother's tender kiss. . .
Left a drop of fairy sugar
Pressed against my lips.
And in her eyes, mirrored there,
I saw the Sugar Queen,
Standing on Sugar Mountain,
The one that I had seen.
By Priscilla Rose Wyatt