oh how he missed what he never had
he had heard whispers
amongst the elders
about this time of year
which they called Christmas
why one time he even saw a picture
of some fat guy with a white beard
dressed in red
with a sack on his back
filled with wrapped boxes and stuff
but he said to himself
enough of this nonsense
cause he could not make sense
what this was all about
his doubt
as to the truth of the whispers
about giving gifts
to the youth
grew
for he knew
that people cared not
about such things these days
and if it was ever true
the ways of things
most certainly have changed
what could one possibly give to another
their Brothers, their Sisters
that was meaningful
other than
their ear to listen
their hands to hold
their smile to share
their love
as they shared tears
of joys
and sadness
yet still there was a certain curiosity
that he seemed to somehow recognize
and his eyes began to feel wizened
as they misted with feeling
and he did not understand this
there was a kinship to the stories
a distant familiarity
about what the elders whispered
something about Fireplaces
and decorated trees
the singing of songs
the glee the children shared
as smiles adorned their faces
as they prepared
for that magical day
they called Christmas
oh how he missed what he never had
(c) 19 December 2011
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