The Christmas Spirit
Last night, Jimmy brought home a Christmas tree.
It was big and bushy and best of all… free.
(Happy holiday!)
He found it growing out back in the park.
He took a saw and when it was dark,
He removed it.
Dispossessing squirrels and birds and such,
Jimmy thought this the right touch
For his living room.
So, Jimmy tugged and dragged it home.
He propped it up in a stand of chrome…
(What a sight!.)
Jimmy’s mother was truly surprised.
She could hardly believe her weary eyes,
When she saw it.
She hugged her son and asked no question.
“Wheres” and “hows”… you just didn’t mention
To a boy like Jim.
So, Jimmy and mom spent the evening with lights
And when they were done, the tree was a bright
Symbol of the occasion.
Sadly, when done with their cheerful chore,
There came a rapping at the front door.
(It was the park police!)
They said Jimmy’s act just wasn’t nice
And since this had happened more than twice,
Jim would have to come along.
They took Jimmy to a place for little boys,
Whose minds were filled with “shiny toys”…
Heads “all full of the music”.
It seemed odd at the time but…
When the door closed, someone saw mama smile.
A little bit faint but it was there all the while,
That Jimmy was being escorted.
It was the theory of some who were witness…
That perhaps mom sensed she’d be having a Christmas…
That would finally be merry and bright…
and peaceful…
and calm…
and restful.
and quiet.
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