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 | | From: | Edvado | | Subject: | A Birthday Affair | | Date: | Fri, 17 Dec 2004 04:11:23 GMT |
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 | Please keep the copyright with this poem.
It's the only one I ever wrote.
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Dawn came early that winter's day,
As Christmas dawns do, for children anyway.
Rubbing weary eyes, jumping out of bed,
Clearing out cobwebs from sleepy little heads.
Waking up their parents from a warm winter's sleep,
Looking out in the yard, fresh snow… a foot deep.
All the little children of our little town
Were up and about, all running around.
Then down with a shout and a giggle of glee,
To the hearth, and stockings, and the big Christmas tree.
But all of a sudden they stopped with a stare,
For it looked as if Santa had never been there.
The tree was still bright with lights like before,
But there were no toys or presents on the old wooden floor.
The children were quiet, some started to cry,
They all were confused, their tears asking "Why?"
The parents told the children there was nothing to do,
There were no Christmas presents, but why? No one knew.
So they all had their breakfasts but none ate a lot,
Then all left for church at ten on the dot.
When they got to the church, the pastor seemed bright,
But he sensed right away that things weren't just right.
After all had been told his arms opened wide,
And he hugged one and all as he walked them inside.
His sermon that day was special for sure,
And as for the doldrums, it seemed the best cure.
He reminded them then the reason they were there,
And he told them that Christmas was a BIRTHDAY AFFAIR.
He told them that birthdays were times of great joy,
When we give our friends gifts like clothing or toys.
He told them that Christ was today's birthday boy,
And that them being there would bring him great joy.
He told them the story of the first Christmas night,
Of Mary and Joseph and a star very bright.
He told them to be happy, to sing! To enjoy!
He told them that Christmas was much more than just toys.
The parents just listened, and the children did too,
And began to understand, and to feel better too.
And a Christmas without toys was really not bad,
Especially when they realized all the things that they had.
So they finished the service, and jumped in the car,
And rode home to have the best Christmas by far.
And when they got home Christmas was complete,
For Santa had been there, on their very street.
To all he left presents, and smiles broad and wide,
And a little white envelope, with a message inside.
Then papa and mama and the kids gathered 'round,
And while papa read the note there was no other sound.
And it said:
Merry Christmas! (though just a little late)
I'm sorry for this time that I made you all wait.
I wanted you to think on this very special date,
Of the Christ-child whose birthday we all celebrate.
Merry Christmas! Happy New Year! Happy Birthday too!
-Love, Santa
The families went back to their presents and such,
But somewhat more slowly, they enjoyed it so much.
And Christmas was special that year so they say,
And that's how it's remembered to this very day!
© 2004 Edward J. Igoe
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