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Friday, June 24, 2022

A LITTLE BOY'S CHRISTMAS

 
        TEARS GLISTENED THE YOUNG MOTHER’S EYES
        WHILE HOLDING THE HAND OF HER LITTLE BOY
        I COULD SEE THE LONGING ON HIS LITTLE FACE
        AS HE SEARCHED AMONG ALL OF THE TOYS

        SPYING WHAT HE WANTED, HE PULLED, BROKE FREE
        CAME BACK WITH A SHINY RED FIRE TRUCK
        “LOOK, MOMMY, IT’S JUST LIKE MY DADDY’S”
        I WATCHED AS THOSE WORDS PAINFULLY STRUCK

        “ARE YOU ALL RIGHT? CAN I HELP YOU?” I ASKED
        AS SHE TREMBLED AND BEGAN TO SOFTLY CRY
        SHE SOBBED, “ HIS DADDY WAS A FIREMAN, A HERO
        WHILE FIGHTING A BAD ONE HE TRAGICALLY DIED”

        “NOW IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME WITHOUT HIM
        AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M GOING TO DO
        THE BILLS ARE PILING UP, I CAN’T FIND A JOB
        BUYING PRESENTS FOR OUR SON, I’VE NO CLUE”

        “I TOLD HIM THAT HIS DADDY IS IN HEAVEN
        AND I THINK HE REALLY TRIES TO UNDERSTAND
        I’M SO PROUD OF HIM, OUR GOOD LITTLE BOY
        HE THINKS FOR ME HE MUST BECOME A MAN”

        IN MY SPIRIT I KNEW JUST WHAT I HAD TO DO
        “WOULD YOU GIVE YOUR ADDRESS TO ME PLEASE?”
        “I WANT TO MAKE SURE ON CHRISTMAS MORNING
        A SHINY RED FIRE TRUCK IS UNDER YOUR TREE”

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