The Child Without a Christmas
by Martin Buxbaum
by Martin Buxbaum
Welcome to a new feature here on From One Book Lover: Poetry Wednesday. I hope it will stir your love of language and poetry. If you have suggestions for future Wednesdays, let me know! Special thanks to Dede Robinson for sharing her favorite poet (and poetry book) — and for helping inaugurate Poetry Wednesday!
The Child Without a Christmas
When all the world is silent . . .
on
this holiest of nights . .
In a
million beds, the small ones dream .
. .
of Christmasy delights.
But some awaken sadly . .
and their tiny hearts are
numb . . .
when they realize through
tear-filled eyes . . .
that Santa
didn’t come.
A bit of cold or hunger . . .
are things they
understand . . .
but a Christmas
without toys . . .
to hold in heart
and hand .
means that someone has
forgotten . . .
that someone didn’t
care
that someone failed to listen .
. .
to a very special prayer.
It’s, oh, so very hard to tell . . .
a disappointed tot
. . .
just why she had to be the one
. . .
that Santa Claus forgot.
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