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|By Kimberly Fernandes, Qatar [ Published Date: December 23, 2007 ]|
T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a soul was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas would soon be there
All else looked peachy
Just as any Christmas Eve should be
In the bedroom upstairs, however, Jane wasn't quite asleep
She lay awake, robbed by thoughts unbearably gloomy and deep
The stockings hung empty, the space beneath the tree was bare
She wondered how she'd fill them, chewed on her hair
This Christmas was a bad time for her
Her husband was a soldier who hadn't been home in a year
The two little 'uns longed for toys she knew she couldn't afford
Her savings were starting to run out, and it showed
There would be no turkey with stuffing this year; no bikes for the boys
All she could manage was two second-hand toys
She gulped at the thought of how they had to go without
"It's not fair; look at everyone else", she'd wanted to shout
A knock on the door startled her from her reverie
Pulling on her robe, she went to see who it could be
Who'd be awake at this time, when everyone was in bed?
She found no one, only a package at her doorstep, and a little note that read
"I may not be physically present today
But I'm there with you and the kids in every other way
I'm not doing too bad; wish I were with you now
But since I cannot be, here's a little something for the three of you, with lots of love"
The package had more than she could think of – gifts, money and even food
No longer was there a need to brood
The cold was getting to her, so she shut the door
And thanked the Lord for this lovely miracle; she couldn't have asked for more
With a smile on her lips and warmth in her heart, she went to bed that night
Gone were all her worries, everything was now just right
Kimberly Fernandes, Qatar
|Rajanikanth Shenoy, India
Nice poem for XMas, Kimberly!
Good compilation of words that rhyme quite well.
A young poet in the offing, what?
Keep your pen rolling girl and one day, you might not be surprised to see yourself among the best poets in this world!
|Amarnath Bantwal, Kuwait:|
Merry Christmas Kimberly. An honest attempt at verse!
Miracles..Well! At times I wonder if they were causes or effects. Doesn't everyone hope for a miracle during his lifetime?
|Clara Fernandes, Kuwait:|
I always read your articles and you have a very unique way of writing. From young ones to old, we all look forward to a gift on Christmas day.
I liked your Christmas Miracle poem. Keep writing, it is a God's gift.
Happy Christmas to you.
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