Reuben For Xmas
From the streets of San Francisco in 1984
There came a stranger knocking on our door
He was known by all in the neighborhood
His name was Reuben, and he wanted food
Reuben kept coming by, day after day
He was always hungry with not much to say
He was dirty, smelly, and tough to be around
He was tall, thin, and could use a few pounds
The Christmas Season was fast approaching
Everybody got busy shopping and rushing
Reuben spent his Christmas alone and cold
We decided this year to play a special role
On Christmas Day, Reuben sat with our family
We all ate and shared our gifts most happily
Written112406. Entry:120221, A Christmas Gift Memory,
BJ Legros. 2P
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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