The Christmas Box
There’s a tale that’s not been told neither here or there,
About a Christmas wish and hope and an unlikely prayer.
You’ve seen the shows of a reindeer’s nose,
Snowmen and mice that live in clocks,
But have you ever heard a single word
About a special Christmas box?
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This box was special, tiny in size,
With a wee tiny mouth and such tiny eyes.
Not good for a bike, not good for most things,
Barely enough to put in a ring.
But this box, it was special, and it was alive.
And it wanted to be in the Christmas season,
But it didn’t have cause, and didn’t have reason.
“I can’t hold a teddy bear wrapped up so tight,
I can’t hold a puppy, asleep Christmas night.
I’ve really no use, I’m just in the way,
I’ll be no one’s present on Christmas day.”
Then it was lifted, and saw two tiny eyes.
“You’re perfect! You’re great! You’re just the right size!”
“If Santa is watching, you’ll make Christmas great!”
They took out some glue, some rhinestones and glitter,
Decorated the box, and then wrote a letter.
“Now all I need, is to be patient and wait..
Because if Santa Claus sees us, we’ll make Christmas great.”
“Dear Santa,” the letter began,
“I’m little Sammy, that’s who I am..
I don’t want a bike, that’s not what I need,
I just want a star for the top of my tree.
A pretty light to help my mommy smile,
She hasn’t been happy in quite a while.
I’m wishing and hoping with everything that I am,
And..if you have room, maybe some strawberry jam?”
Christmas morning, a chilly air blew.
Sammy got up, all the hope in their dreams..
But there was no star.
Santa wasn’t watching, it seems.
“All that I wanted was just one more smile,”
Sammy said. “I haven’t seen one in quite a while.”
With that, Sammy’s mom started crying with joy.
“Your precious heart is all that I need.
I am your mommy, and that is my joy.”
Then they both heard footsteps and then heard a knock.
Out on the steps was a big box of gifts.
A coat, some toys, and a twinkling star,
A box full of jams and a gift card,
And on top of it all, one tiny box.
This box was special, tiny in size,
With a wee tiny mouth and such tiny eyes.
Not good for a bike, not good for most reasons,
But it held the love of the holiday seasons.
This box, it was special, decorated with care.
Despite being tiny, it held hope in there.
It found a cause, and it found its reason
To bring joy to one, this holiday season.