Dotted with goodies, layered with love,
This gift has a history, which comes from above.
One cold Christmas day, a stout little brave
Followed a bright star, a present he gave.
The poor little fellow had no gold or worth,
But desired to contribute at our dear Savior's birth.
This Indian brave made a pot of clay,
Which he layered with sand, and they say to this day
That Mary and Joseph openly cried
As they gazed at the boy with the pot at his side.
Mary's tears fell upon the pot filled with sand
As she placed it beside the Savior's small hand.
There it lay through the night, being warmed by the fire,
This priceless gift, given from a small boy's desire.
Upon the dawn's breaking, Joseph and Mary,
Overwhelmed with joy, yet hungry and weary,
Smelled the aroma of something so grand,
Which came from the pot by the Savior's small hand.
The sand was transformed to an edible treat,
Which gave Joseph and Mary something to eat.
This miracle legend of the boy and his pot
Lives on to this day, where true love is sought.
So, know in your hearts that this gift of love
Comes with a history, from Heaven above.
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