That Little Brown Bear (A Christmas Poem) Poem by Robert Bartlett

I awoke on Christmas morning, and wondered indeed
What Santa might have left for me.
So I looked into a bag, that was underneath my tree-
While lo and behold,
A little brown bear stared back at me.

Into the bag, I reached my hand
But soon found myself pulled inside the bag,
Where this little brown bear tried to comfort me.
It seemed useless indeed, for I did not care
To spend another moment there!

So out of the bag I climbed, as fast as I could,
And when once outside, on the floor I stood!
Then it dawned on me, that inside my bag
Was a little brown bear,
Who wanted some love, from someone who'd care.

Then like a flash of lightening,
I thought of a lad in my neighborhood
Who might welcome the comfort,
Of this little brown bear-
Unlike his neighbor, who didn't care!

Merry Christmas, Peter
Bob Bartlett