Sunday, December 23, 2012


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. 


Outside of a shop window,
A boy, clothes all tattered and torn.
His hair a complete mess,
His shoes all dirty and worn.


He peered into the toy shop window.
His sad eyes were transfixed.
He looked in awesome wonder.
Holding a bundle of sticks.


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.


"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.


Christmas Day dawned like any other day.
Cupboard, hardly any food.
Realization showed on his face,
That today was not going to be good.


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.


"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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