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 Tim had never seen
he could not believe what he could see-
It was cute and it was warm,
he thought to himself, “could it really be?”
Tim
saw a plate full of biscuits,
And a beautiful tree covered with light,
a little kitten sat on his lap
“Surely”, he thought, “it can’t be more bright”
The
lady was kind, and a great host.
Tim’s happiness was real and pure
It reminded Tim of the happy prince
This was Christmas, for sure!
Comments
Post a Comment