The Plight Before Christmas
Joseph Delli Gatti
T’was the night before Christmas, and there he sat –
a boy and his friend, an old alley cay.
There were holes in his stockings, and his clothes were rags.
He sat writing a Christmas list on an old paper bag.
He didn’t want much, just one little thing:
a beautiful present that only Santa could bring.
Then the boy hung his socks from an old garbage can
to be filled with goodies by the jolly red man.
He curled up in some newspaper right next to his kitten,
thinking of Christmas and the list he had written.
and there he slept on the cold city street
tired and dirty with nothing to eat.
He awoke the next morning and rubbed his eyes
for what he saw was a shocking surprise!
His socks had been stolen; no presents were near.
There was no sign of Santa nor his eight tiny reindeer.
The boy wept softly and held his kitten tight.
So, merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.