I have a list of people
All written in a book-
And every year at Christmas time
I go and take a look.
And that is when I realize
That those names are all a part-
Not of the book they're written in
But of my very heart.
For each name stands for someone
Who has crossed my path some time-
And in that meeting they've become
A treasured friend of mine.
And once you've met some people
The years can not erase-
The memory of a pleasant word
Or a friendly face.
And you are one of many folk
In times past that I've met-
And happen to be one of those
I don't want ever to forget.
And whether I have known you
for many years or few
In some way you have had a part
In shaping things I do.