Looking for Candy Canes

Our candy canes are missing,
We don't know where they are.
We were only counting Christmas,
They surely can't be far!

So we're going on a candy cane hunt.
We're leaving right away,
If it doesn't rain,
We'll stay all day.

We don’t get excited
Over expensive things
We jump for joy
With the progress work brings.

Frankie Lemmon children
Try hard every day
To make us very proud
More than words can say.

They work even harder
Than you or I
To achieve something small
To reach a star in the sky.

Others don’t realize
Just how parents can cope;
How they bravely hang on
At the end of their rope.

But what they don’t see
Is the joy parents can’t hide
When their own special children
Make the tiniest stride.

And the joy it brings to teachers
while rewriting destiny
that children in their care
Achieve their own identity.

So we're going on a candy cane hunt.
We're leaving right away,
If it doesn't rain,
We'll stay all day.











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* Portions of poem adapted from Autism Night Before Christmas
by Cindy Waeltermann