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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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Sleds The food was scarce, the wind was cold That snowy Christmas eve The children had been often told By youngsters who believe That Santa Clause would place some toys Beneath the Christmas tree I couldn’t explain to little boys That this would never be And so I donned warm boots, wool hat My gloves and coat of down And walked in snow through alleys that Would lead me into town Once there, my eyes were quickly led To window’s bright display Of shiny sleds of royal red Whose price I could not pay What joy would fill two little heads To slide on blades of dreams But how to purchase two new sleds was far beyond my means Then through the window glazed with ice About to turn and leave A saw a sign ,”Sleds now half price” So late that Christmas eve Overwhelmed with joy and bliss Known only to a few I left the store in thankfulness With brand new sleds for two Two sleds in tow, I slowly tread Through deep and frigid mounds As bitter cold swept round my head And snow piled on the ground My feet and hands were numb and tired But visions of my own Consumed my mind with warmth of fire As I was heading home My steps grew short, my cheeks were burned By icy bits of sleet But all my joy as cold wind churned Gave warmth to hands and feet My destination still not near With blizzard growing strong A blinding light somehow appeared A friend had come along She drove me to my small abode In comfort of her car And told me as we slowly rode She’d watched me from afar Her heart was torn to see me plod Through blizzard Christmas Eve How she would surely pray to God My burdens to releave Then offered kind heartfelt advice Compassion at my plight I shouldn’t be out alone in ice That bitter windswept night I listened silently and smiled ‘Twas I who pitied more For she had not one precious child To buy a present for The happiness those moments wrought Beside the Christmas tree Would be denied to one who thought My spirit was not free I could not tell her all the joy In hauling of a sled Purchased for a little boy With money meant for bread Still she would find it hard to see The fault in her advice That drudging through the heavy snow Was not a sacrifice Somehow we were provided for And blessed that Christmas Day The deeds of love had rendered more In God’s own silent way The joys have far outweighed the strife The boys have grown to men And if I had my choice in life I’d do it all again Elizabeth Santos |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
I liked this one! Well done!  I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Liz, this is a beautiful story... |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
This is a true story THanks Liz |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
This is a lovely true story. I remember many christmas when there was not much but love to go around. Joyce |
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