The poor boy knew Christmas beckoning at the door
He saw every house bright with many a lamp
And streets illumined with colorful lights and stars
But his tiny hut looked dismal n' dark like a prison camp
With a suppressed sigh, he inhaled the festive air
His little heart grew weary and dim
There has never been a merry Christmas in his life
As the days advanced, he grew moody and glum
He, born into a cheerless, crammed shack
With parents so poor having very little means
To bring up their children and foster a family of seven
At a tender age, saw shattered all his budding dreams
Year after year, he had seen the city in dazzling lights
But never once on Christmas he could feel any glee
While the rest of the world partook of umpteen delights
Never his heart, from sorrowful thoughts, was free
When children of his age feasted on roasted turkey and ham
And their mothers baked Christmas cookies and cakes
He and his siblings had to be content with a meager fare
That left their cheeks wet with saline drops pooled in their eyes
Their house in winter was too damp and cold
No blankets had they to keep themselves warm and snug
They lay huddled together in biting chill
On the wooden floor on a worn out woolen rug
One evening, on a leisurely walk from school
The boy saw a man selling colorful balloons
With the little penny tucked safely in his trouser pocket
He bought a balloon and headed straight to the lagoons
There as he sat on the sprawling silver sands
A strange idea had come upon his little head
To send a letter to Heaven asking for some urgent help
Hoping Jesus would help, he too being born a poor kid
On a white paper he carefully scribbled these lines:
"Merciful God, look upon us, this miserable seven
Here in our humble hovel, we die of hunger and cold
On this Christmas, send us a little cheer up from heaven"
He folded the paper and fastened it to the balloon
Nevertheless he didn't forget to put his full address
When the wind was strong, he let it go off his hands
And watched it soar high with his earnest plea for redress
Days went by and the awaited Christmas Eve arrived
While the world splurged in all gaiety and merriment
The poor hut remained dull and cheerless as before
The helpless parents were lost in grim bafflement
Abruptly, there halted a Mercedes before the hut
A man, old and graying with a graceful smile
Alighted with his hands loaded with Christmas gifts
Looking for the boy, he had travelled many a mile
It was during one of his daily strolls around the lagoon
That the gentleman saw a balloon suspended on a willow tree
The white paper tied to it made him curious
He took it up and saw an innocent's earnest plea
The man so rich and kind was moved at heart,
He from his wealth decided to donate a large sum
To support that family of seven in dire straits
And give them the merriest Christmas with no trace of gloom
The little boy believed Jesus had answered his prayer
He came in the guise of a man, he had never before seen
With rising delight, he saw a star in the graying sky
It shone right over his head with a brighter sheen
we may experience HIS grace and kindness in such a situation - beautiful lines from your pen -
A fascinating write on the eve of Christmas….while presenting a poor family’s agony, disappointment and sorrow drenched with acute poverty, a little child’s belief and the ultimate dividend is very neatly depicted in this fabulous poem….The little boy strongly believed in Jesus and ultimately his prayer was heard....Lastly, he was delighted to see a star in the graying sky….This poem carries a great message!
I so wish the story to be true ! ! It is a beautiful Christmas poem.I too believe, God answers our prayer in many different ways.
o support that family of seven in dire straits And give them the merriest Christmas with no trace of gloom/// beautiful Christmas Poem penned via a story
The little boy believed Jesus had answered his prayer He came in the guise of a man, he had never before seen With rising delight, he saw a star in the graying sky It shone right over his head with a brighter sheen..... nice theme. Loved these lines. Beautiful poem on Christmas Eve with a touching story.
So spare a thought for those who are poor Without a home and with hunger gnaw Not knowing what tomorrow will bring Only prayers left on which to cling A little help brings tears to their eyes The cheer you spread will make you cry We are brothers all the Good Book say All deserves joy on this blessed day Thank you Valsa, very touching poem.
Unfortunately life is hard For those destined to live in the junkyard Like waste, there they rot No one has any thought Their sad plight we like to disregard Loke, I admire your compassionate heart! Thanks for this great response!
I loved both. The story of the poor boy and the generous rich man as well. Being charitable is the best way to celebrate Christmas. A lovely theme for this festival period. A lovely poem Valsa!
What a beautiful write for Christmas. I too, had tears in my eyes reading this lovely poem. So many who go without while some no expense is spared. This one touched my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This brought tears to my eyes Valsa, such an inspirational story, so beautifully crafted about, belief, faith, truth and Jesus. A miracle for Christmas, a poor boy with nothing only his spirit and a balloon, with his great belief he writes a message to Jesus then he lets go the balloon and a rich man finds the balloon and his message! A beautiful message for us all on Christmas Eve! Thank you for sharing!