The Christmas Gift : A Christmas Special Poem by Sabiquee Ibn Khan (Winner of the Christmas Special Writing Competition 2020)
Little Tim strolled down the street For him, it was just another day, it was a new morning, and there lay a task- To scrape a living in one or the other way. He roamed the streets till it was dark, he was hungry, and tired and cold, he saw a dandy toy car in a toy shop’s window, which he badly wanted to hold. The town was lit with tiny lamps, The Christmas tree was topped with a star. The light, and happiness, reminded him of someone who was now too far. He saw the kids with their new toys and shoes, a couple returning with a large cake he saw himself- barefoot and empty handed, and glumly sat on a bench beside the lake. A lady came by, saw him, and asked “Why child? What’s the matter?” “Today is Christmas”, said the boy, “but I don’t even have food and platter” The lady took pity, and said to him, “Little one, let me show you my home, Its, warm and cozy, I hope you’ll like it there- It is cold and dark, you must not roam” Such a magnificent house Ti...