My name is Melissa Broome.  My sister Jessica is in your class and my other sister Jenn, babysits, you and your brothers.  I
myself have had the privilege of babysitting all of you at one time.  You were very nice to me, not to mention patient too.
    I am writing you this letter for a reason.  About two weeks ago I was picking up Jessica and I saw you.  A lady was holding
your hand as you stood waiting to get on your bus.  I watched in amazement this young boy courageously get on to his bus. 
With a little help from a teacher and the bus driver you were seated.
    David, I had goose bumps going up and down my spine.  Then, my eyes got watery and I shed a tear.  Why?  I don't know
for sure.  But what I do know is that I was very proud of you.
    Ruth, your bus driver, is a friend of mine. She speaks very highly of you.  She says, “He is a very determined and strong
young boy.”  And I would have to agree with her.  Your love for life was shown to me when you smiled as you got on to the
bus.  That smile of yours can lighten anyone's heart.
    I wrote this letter to prove to you how special you are.  I was just watching you for two minutes and you made me
appreciate life.  All it took was your smile and you had Ruth laughing and me smiling.  Thank you for letting me see your strong
love of life.  You are a beautiful, brave and energetic soul.  That look on your face can help cure even the worst pain.  I hope
you know that. 
    You are an incredible young man.  Please never forget that because I wont.

Your friend 

Melissa Broome

                     "I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine" he said
                     For you to love him while he lives and mourn for when he's dead.
                     It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three 
                     But will you, till I call him back. take care of him for me? 
                     He'll bring his charms to gladden you and should his stay be brief
                     You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.

                     I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,
                     But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
                     I've looked the wide world in my search for teachers true
                     And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you.
                     Now will you give him all your love, not think the labor vain?
                     Nor hate me when I come to call to take him back again?

                     I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, thy will be done".
                     For all the joy the child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
                     We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may
                     And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay
                     But should the angels call for him much sooner than we've planned
                     We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.

                     Edgar A Guest

      I see the countless Christmas trees
        around the world below
         with tiny lights, like Heaven's stars
          reflecting on the snow.

The sight is so spectacular.
   Please wipe away the tear
       For I am spending Christmas
     with Jesus Christ this year.

          I hear the many Christmas songs
           that people hold so dear
            But the sounds of music can't compare
                    with the Christmas choir up here.

        I have no words to tell you,
          the joy their voices bring.
             For it is beyond description,
             to hear the angels sing.

             I know how much you miss me,
             I see the pain inside your heart.
                 But I am not so far away
                 We really aren't apart.

           So be happy for me, dear ones,
                You know I hold you dear,
          And be glad I'm spending Christmas
                 with Jesus Christ this year.

              I sent you each a special gift, 
             from my heavenly home above,
                of my undying love.

               After all, love is a gift
             more precious than pure gold.
               It was always most important
                In the stories Jesus told.

                Please love and keep each other,
            as my Father said to do.
                       For I can't count the blessing or the love
                     He has for each of you.

              So have a Merry Christmas and
               wipe away that tear.
              Remember, I am spending Christmas
              with Jesus Christ this year

          Author Unknown