The lost children of the world.

The sounds of their tiny little feet running down the hard wooden stairs, wakes you up with thuds echoing through the house like a herd of elephants.
Then the shear sounds of the screams all filled with delight “his been mum, his been” fill the cold dark house with so much light.
As they rip and fight their way through the presents like a pack of lions, and the heating switches on and warm as all bright.
The smiles and the laughter’s surround the house like a night at the pantomime, and the kids so filled with love and joy and delight.
Spare a thought for the child that’s on the own at this time.

Because somewhere out there, there are millions of children, all unloved and forgotten and swept under the carpet like a lost love letter.
Some are alone on the streets of our city, with passes by trying to not acknowledge their very existence.
Some are with families who don’t give a dam, that see them as a hindrance and they beat them around.
And then there are others who are fortunate to be, in a loving foster home with all the trimmings and presents they could ever imagine.
There is still something missing, a gaping big hole, its not the latest toy or DVD, its much more for them. As this time next month they could be moved to home number four, and the stability they so long for they can almost see disappearing into the night sky.
The longing for a permanent home and the love of a parent will always be much greater than any gift under the big sparkly tree.
So spare a thought this Christmas day for the lost children all over the world.