July 14, 2018 by Mike Madden

The Christmas Boxes

On the edge of the hills at the foot of a slope,
In the snows of December a child dared to hope.
Would the ice bring him joy? Would the boxes appear?
Oh please bring the boxes again this year.

Those bright coloured boxes that came from afar,
With pencils and pens and a shiny blue car.
Some paper and sweets, oh how we’ll cheer,
So please bring the boxes for Christmas this year.

A hat and a scarf, a tube of toothpaste.
I loved to just squeeze out the cold minty taste.
My friend got a bear that had fluffy round ears.
Oh please bring the boxes again this year.

Then one day it happened, the roar of the van.
I saw through the window an old, red-faced man.
I was so overjoyed, I could not stop the tears.
We’ll all have a shoebox again this year.