Christmass wish
Be kind and help others
It’s Christmas Eve and all is still
The snow falls softly, white and chill
But in a small, cramped room upstairs
A little boy is filled with cares.
He lies awake, his eyes aglow
With thoughts of a toy he’s always known
He’s seen it in the store, bright and new
But it’s much too expensive, that much is true.
He dreams of holding it in his hands
Of playing with it on the sands
Of showing it off to all his friends
But these dreams may never see their end.
He’s just a poor kid, with naught to give
His parents work hard, just to live
They can’t afford such luxuries
Their budget’s tight, their means are scarce.
The boy sighs, and turns to his side,
His heart heavy with sorrow, is tried,
He wants to be good, brave, and kind,
To get the toy that he’s declined.
That toy just out of reach, beyond his grasp
It breaks his heart, it feels like a clasp
Around his chest, that won’t let go
Of the longing that he feels, the ache that grows.
He knows he shouldn’t complain or whine
He’s lucky to have a roof, and to be fine
But still, a part of him can’t help but wish
For that toy, that gift, that one precious wish.
So he lies there, in his bed, all alone
His eyes fixed on the ceiling, made of stone
And he prays, to Santa, to the stars above
That somehow, this Christmas, he’ll get the toy he loves.
