The Christmas Boxes
It happens every year, our church
asks us to fill a box
with small things for a needy child,
a toy, a ball, some socks.
We don't know where it's going.
it could be anywhere.
We hope we're bringing lots of joy
to excited child somewhere.
I shopped for small gifts carefully
to fill the boxes spaces,
picturing as I placed things there
smiles on the children's faces.
In one box went a little doll,
clothes for her and a hat,
for I knew the little girls I had
always liked nice things like that.
In the corners I put candy
and another pretty toy,
crayons and books, a jump rope,
may each one bring her joy.
The other box was meant to go
to a young boy who would be glad
to receive a well filled box
and for everything I had
selected for his Christmas fun.
I couldn't get in another gift
so I knew I must be done.
As I sealed up both the boxes
I prayed that he and she
would get as much joy from opening
as the packing had brought me.
11/30/14
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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