Christmas Storm - Poem by Rannet Hanson
Christmas Storm by Rannet Hanson 2015
It was twenty below and it was Christmas Eve.
Inside it was cozy, the boy did not want to leave.
People were laughing and playing games.
The fire was full of bright warm flames.
But preparations needed to be done,
To be ready for The Christmas fun.
The boy put on his coat, gloves, scarf and hat,
Ready to face the storm dressed like that.
It felt like the wind, when he opened the door,
was strong enough to push him to the floor.
Bravely the boy went out in the storm,
Beneath the streetlight was a lonely form.
It was a girl, shivering in the street.
She wore no coat and torn shoes on her feet.
Inside where the wind wasn't blowing,
They went to a warm fire glowing.
'How did you get out in the cold'
This is the story that she told
I went shopping with my Mom,
We were happy, excited and calm.
We were filled with excitement and joy,
as we gazed upon every kind of toy.
Then I saw a beautiful stuffed cow,
and I grabbed it to buy right now.
She had intelligent big brown eyes,
I thought that she looked very wise.
But my Mom put it back on the shelf,
I screamed 'I want it for myself'.
Replied Mom as she put it away.
'Getting this today is not okay.'
'We're here to look for a gift',
'Don't let your attention shift.'
I stomped my feet right there,
I was mad like a grizzly bear.
Mom said 'Please just settle down, '
'Don't spoil your face with that frown.'
'Think about this happy Christmas season, '
'Don't get mad without a good reason.'
With a yell I ran for the door,
I couldn't wait to leave that store.
I ran without my coat or hat,
I was so foolish to leave like that.
Outside the wind had started to blow,
And the sky was filled with snow.
I ran until I cooled down,
but I had run across town.
Now I was very distraught,
because with my Mother I had fought.
Then I tripped and tore my shoes.
On what, I have no clue.
My clothes are now destroyed,
Just because I got mad about a toy.
I know my family must be worried,
all because across town I have hurried.
Some where I dropped my phone,
So now I have no way to call home.
I have no money for a cab or a bus,
I wish I had not made such a fuss.
I am in such a sorry state,
With no way to control my fate.
The girl began to silently sob,
And the boy felt his own heart throb.
She made a mistake it is true,
but Christmas is no time to feel blue.
The boy got out his own cell phone,
but the girl just let out a groan.
'I don't know my home phone number,
Is it possible to find, I wonder? '
'This app is a phone book,
Enter your parents' name and take a look.'
Finally the boy saw the girl smile,
'The number is here for me to dial.'
Through the phone he heard a joyous voice,
Once again the girl's eyes got moist.
They will be here as fast as they can,
They want to meet the man
who saved me from a terrible fate.
I can hardly wait.
This is now the best Christmas ever,
I learned a lesson that I'll know forever.
I'll be a better daughter,
to my Mother and to my Father.
They kept watch out the frosty window,
but all they saw was the falling snow.
Then they saw the headlights,
Approaching them on this cold windy night.
'Here they are, it's them! it's them!
I'm excited to see my parents again.'
The couple made it to the door,
but the girl could wait no more.
She rushed to meet them halfway,
And said, 'Please listen to what I have to say,
I know that I was wrong,
and it took me way to long
to realize that the very best gift,
is loving those you live with.'
And the boy smiled at the site
of happy people on this Christmas Eve night.
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