I love this piece by the incomparable Yvonne Lewis. I tried to analyze why it touches me so. I think because it captures the spirit of hope and the magic of the season. All I know is it's a lovely piece for the season.
ON THE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN:
A boy, clothes all tattered and torn.
His hair a complete mess,
His shoes all dirty and worn.
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He peered into the toy shop window.
His sad eyes were transfixed.
He looked in awesome wonder.
Holding a bundle of sticks.
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It was just coming up for Christmas,
Would he get anything at all?
He nearly jumped out of his skin,
As he heard his mother call.
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"I'm only on the outside looking in" he said.
As he noticed her anxious look.
For they were as poor as church mice,
She couldn't even afford a book.
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Christmas Day dawned like any other day.
Cupboard, hardly any food.
Realization showed on his face,
That today was not going to be good.
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During the day a knock on the door,
Santa stood there looking merry.
With food for the two and toys for the boy,
For the mother a bottle of sherry.
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"I was on the outside looking in" Santa said.
As astonishment showed on their faces.
With tears in their eyes, Santa said his goodbyes,
And was whisked off to faraway places.
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