Christmas Poetry Corner

     As I sit here, helping my mom decorate her tree, I am really feeling the Christmas spirit.  So, in honor of the holiday, I provide you with a poem.  I hope you enjoy it!

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A Miracle

'Twas the week before Christmas, 

and I finally got paid

Time for some shopping

But I've no time, I'm afraid

Young Piper wants a gadget

Emelia a dolly

Jess wants a kureg

For making her coffee

Mom wants new slippers

And pajamas to match

Ben desires a nice coat

Name brand, Natch

Jerrod wants an iPhone 

To run the latest games

Sarah has her eye

On a book of baby names

William wants new rims

For his baby, his jeep

While Megan wants shoes

To bedazzle her feet

Courtney wants a ticket

To fly home for the holiday

To be with her family, she

Hates being far away

All of these loved ones

Want a good Christmas morn'

I'm afraid I can't provide

My poor wallet's nearly shorn

Paycheck in hand

To the bank I now fly

Have to make the deposit

before gifts I can buy

My thoughts turn stressful

How can I afford

To give everyone the

Christmas they'll adore?

Arriving at the bank

An open counter I find

Filling out the forms

There's so much on my mind

While the teller is working

I am feeling such the jerk

But what little I have

Will just have to work

The deposit is made

My nerves, already fraught

I ask for a balance

Just as an afterthought

How am I going to stretch

Less than a months pay

Into so many presents

For my families happy day?

I shove the receipt in

My pocket without care

Time to get down to business

For the mall I must prepare

As I fish for my keys

The receipt falls to the ground

I stoop over to grab it 

And let out a strangled sound

That number can't be right

It is much too high

There must have been an error

That has to be why

Back into the bank I fly

Hope lending bounce to my feet

The teller happily prints out

My recent statement sheet

I stare at the paper, in my eyes

Tears are beginning to shine

But...  How?  I stammer

The teller points to the last line

A sizable transfer deposit

Enough to cover the whole show

Was made yesterday

From an account I don't know

There's no name on the line

Just some initials you see

I can only afford Christmas

On the gift from "S.C."

And then, somehow, I know

Though, I haven't believed in years

I am certain now, no doubts

I fight back the tears

I look to the sky

Taking a moment to pause

And whisper into the wind

"Thank you, Santa Claus!"

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Merry Christmas!