Dressed in tattered clothes
And an old rain coat
Two sizes too big for him
The little boy gazed longingly
At the Christmas tree
Standing outside
A large shop window
The sparking lights
Left him totally fascinated
As did the neatly wrapped
Gifts strewn at the base
Of the snow laden tree
'Who will be the lucky child
To open all those presents? '
He perhaps wondered quietly
As he settled himself slowly
On the cold ground outside
The flashy shopping arcade
Then closing his eyes he possibly
Dreamed a happy dream
For when he was found
Frozen to death in the morning
His face still wore a smile
Sandra Martyres
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-christmas-tree-6/
