The Christmas Toy - Poem by Monica Engeler
Oh I just can’t wait for Christmas Morn
To see those gifts wrapped under the tree
I know that toy car will be waiting for me
And that if I don’t get it, I won’t cry or scorn.
Every day I walk to the nearest toy store,
And just look real hard at the red car I crave.
I try to understand that I need to be very brave
Until Clause delivers that one gift I wish for.
At dinner, Mom asked me the same question
“What do you want this year for the holidays? ”
And every time she heard the same desire I pray
“It is a red remote auto which is my anticipations.”
It was finally the night before Christmas day
And all through the house the thrill grew and grew
The Christmas tree was brought in by a family crew
All the decorations were hung in every possible way.
One heard carolers singing on every doorway
Silent Night and Jingle Bells were the best lyrics
Apple pie and pudding were eaten with no relics
Christmas came and no one could stop the gateway
High in the sky one special star shown ever bright
It was the North Star sending a message for all
May all man kind stand forever bold and tall?
Let one share all the good things there are tonight.
When morn finally came, a package lay under the tree
Santa remembered my one desire I wished so hard for
I took to the box and ripped it open like never before
There it was that red shiny car I so badly hoped to see.
Wishes can come true for whatever it is you yearn
Remember to give thanks to the giver that night
They will recollect the praise in the next light
Let the festivities continue all through the year.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all.
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