A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes
The Day Before The Night Before Christmas (Part II)
(Continued from Part I where no doors had been opened for the little child Santa...he walks on)
The little child Santa saw a family
Stroling hand in hand,
'What does Christmas mean to you'?
He asked stepping up to the man.
'Presents for one and all said he'
'Trees a glitter, houses in holiday dress'
'Toys' said the little ones jumping with glee
'And if you are really good santa will bring
You a color TV! '
'But he won't find your house on the other
Side of the track,
You're poor and ugly with that polka dot face'
They laughed and scoffed
'Why you are a disgrace! '
'Christmas means a brand new car' said the
Next hurried gent,
The next lady said 'Christmas made me spend
Poor Santa was really sad,
No one had said Merry Christmas
'This is really bad.'
He shook his head,
He pondered, 'Is Christmas really dead? '
No one had mentioned the babe in the Manger
Or the wise men who travelled afar.
No one mentioned Mary or Joseph or the
Bright guiding star.
Santa slumped his shoulders
And headed back home
His heart was heavy, he felt all alone.
Then suddenly, bells chimed; it was Christmas Eve.
A lone man appeared and took the little child Santa
By his tattered sleeve.
'Come child' he said softly, 'I'll share my meal with you'
'It is not much but it should warm you through and through.'
He wrapped his worn scarf around Santa's cold head
Santa thanked him, 'Merry Christmas' the stranger said
'I am travelling to Bethlehem' - and was gone again! .
'Merry Christmas' said Santa as the stranger disappeared
From sight- 'Christmas lives' he shouted,
'The reindeer were wrong and I was right! '
Carolers sang in the distance,
'Deck The Halls', 'Silent Night! '
By Dorothy Alves Holmes
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