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The Christmas Present
by Billy M. Smallwood
I heard a knock
on my door one
Christmas Eve,
As I looked out
my window a man
I could see,
he was cold and
seemed so lonely
and upon a
bended knee
he asked can you
spare anything
for me to eat...
I opened up the
door and as I
helped him in,
he looked up at
me with such a
peaceful grin,
As he drank down
some coffee and
had a bite to
eat,
I put more wood
on the fire so
he could warm
his feet...
Over there by
the fireplace he
warmed his tired
hands,
I wonder where
did he come
from, this quiet
white haired
man,
but I wasn't at
all afraid of
his peaceful
ways you see,
this man dressed
in poor, almost
as poor as me...
As he left he
turned and
thanked me for
all I had done,
but he forgot to
take his gloves,
so out the door
I run,
He was gone in
the blizzard and
I couldn't
hardly see,
so I took his
old glove back
to the house
with me...
Just a little
after midnight I
awoke in the
dark,
there wasn't a
bit of fire just
glowing cinders
in the dark,
and where I'd
placed his
gloves by my
little christmas
tree,
there laid a
brand new pair,
and a Christmas
Card for me...
and it read....
You gave me
shelter and food
to keep me warm,
you even tried
to bring me my
gloves in the
storm,
so here's you a
new pair,... the
finest ever
seen...
as an angel of
the Lord
I'll be sure to
tell the
King....Merry
Christmas...
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