Beautiful morning, beautiful sunshine does rain in,
As it is Christmas morning and I wonder what I will get?
For I have not been good.
The story is long, and could complicated be,
But it is my story and with it I must live.
Never stopped for Christmas,
Never thought much about the Yule.
But this year, something has really hit me.
I spent all of my money on stuff for the kids at the home,
Bought each one, a toy of some kind.
And put my last tenner into the bell ringerís pot.
I am broke, sober but not sad,
For I do on this morning feel very good,
Feel like a real man, and no pangs have I,
But my stomach is growling and empty inside.
So I do walk down toward the other end of town,
When I hear a voice from above,
Hey there mister, yes I mean you,
Come on up and have a cup with me.
I look up and there on the fourth floor,
I do see a woman talking to me.
And so I go up and we have a cup,
And she does waffles feed me.
I thank her and start to go,
And she says, you donít think I know.
And I do say, know what?
And she says that you gave all to ones in the home.
I grinned and smiled at her.
And she said, please stay and eat with me.
And that was two years ago it was,
And now we are married and I have a home.
© By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)