A Special Christmas

christmas poem for a family raising autism child

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads. But one little boy, with autism in his soul, Lay awake, listening to the wind and the cold.

He heard the soft footsteps of Santa on the roof, And the jingle of bells as he moved, hoof to hoof. But the boy did not stir, he just lay in his bed, His mind focused inward, his thoughts in his head.

But Santa, he knew, was a magical man, And he had a special gift for this special little boy, A stuffed animal, soft and cuddly to the touch, To help calm his senses and ease his mind so much.

The boy opened his eyes as he heard Santa’s “Ho, ho, ho!” And saw the gift Santa left, all wrapped up in a bow. He smiled and reached out, his face lit up with joy, As he hugged his new friend, a sweet girl or boy.

And as he fell asleep, with his new friend by his side, He knew that this Christmas would be one to remember with pride. For his family loved him, and Santa loved him too, And that was the best gift he could ever receive, that was true.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!


My name is Adi, and I am the proud parent of Saar, a lively 17-year-old who happens to have autism. I have created a blog, 101Autism.com, with the aim to share our family's journey and offer guidance to those who may be going through similar experiences. Saar, much like any other teenager, has a passion for football, cycling, and music. He is also a budding pianist and enjoys painting. However, his world is somewhat distinct. Loud sounds can be overwhelming, sudden changes can be unsettling, and understanding emotions can be challenging. Nevertheless, Saar is constantly learning and growing, and his unwavering resilience is truly remarkable.

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