Teddy Bear Christmas Poem by Ima Ryma

The old man now lived all alone,
No one to spend his Christmas with.
In aging, his sadness had grown.
Santa, for him now just a myth.
Once he thought Santa Claus was real
When a teddy bear came to be,
A Christmas gift making him feel
The joy of sharing company.
But as the years did come and go,
A bitter man from happy boy,
And loneliness he came to know,
Having no heart for any joy.

Then Santa found, somehow, somewhere,
The old man's childhood teddy bear.