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I was sitting in the crowded train station with time to waste, waiting on the train to take me home on Christmas Eve. A very pretty, young lady, carrying a full backpack headed for one of the only open seats across the aisle from me next to a rather dirty and disheveled older man.
As she removed her backpack to sit down he glared up at her; she smiled a beautiful bright smile and said to him, “Merry Christmas”.
“I don’t celebrate Christmas”, he barked up at her.
“Yeah? Well, that doesn’t mean you can’t be happy on the day that I celebrate Christmas. And I hope the day is merry for you as well.”
“What is there to be merry about”, he moaned, “A bunch of hypocritical religious zealots pretending to be nice to one another while the world goes to hell in a hand basket.”
“Well, at least for that one day, most of us believe the hypocrisy, and even for just a few hours, we practice the morals that our religion tries to instill in us. At least on that one day, for us religious zealots, there is a glimmer of hope that we can save the world from going to hell and, I, for one, believe that is reason to be merry.”
“Terrific! And, what does that get me,” he whimpered.
“Well, what you get is this one time of year, when a twenty-two year old college girl is not afraid to sit next to you; smile at you; and, wish you a Merry Christmas. And, if you just say, ‘Thank you’ and ‘Merry Christmas’ back to her, she just may give you the biggest and best kiss you have ever experienced.”
She stood back up and started to put her backpack back on as he simply stared up at her. Once she was situated and ready to move on towards her train, she stopped; smiled at him again; and, said, “Merry Christmas.”
It seems I was not the only stranger that was witnessing this exchange. All of those around me were perched on the edge of their seats waiting to see what might happen. The old man cracked a little smile. A glimmer came to his eyes, and he said, “Thank you. And, Merry Christmas to you, too.”
The girl leaned down and planted a kiss right on his lips for what seemed like ten minutes. Smiles lit up the faces of all the men, women and children watching this take place. When the girl finally pulled back, the old man was frozen in place with a big ole smile on his face. She adjusted her backpack and started heading towards the tracks. All the men she passed on her way who witnessed this exchange anxiously yelled, “Merry Christmas” as she passed, hoping for a kiss as well.
I looked back at the old man who was still in a dream. Suddenly he caught me looking at him and barked, “What are you staring at?”
I just shook my head back and forth and said, “Merry Christmas”.
“Yeah! Well Merry Christmas to you, too” he shouted.
I was just trying to remember the past
trying to remember the good people
and the bad people,
that i came across on my way,
i want you to know
that you are among the good people
that left a good trace in my life,
once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.
On the day before Christmas 1997 I was in a supermarket
Saw many people,I thought it’ll take long time to buy gifts
Christmas getting more and more annoying every year,
Cursed and wondered if kids really play with costly toys.
Noticed a small boy pressing doll against chest, touching hair
Looking sad,asking granny if she has enough to buy the doll
She asked to wait, looked around, left the boy with the doll
I walked to him, and asked who he wanted to give the doll to.
He said “The doll my sister wanted the most this Christmas”
I replied,”Don't worry, Santa would bring it to her after all.
The boy said,” I don’t think Santa can give where she is now
My mom will carry it as she's about to go to see God soon
I told Dad,tell mom not to go, wait my return from the market
I reached my pocket,had enough for the doll and some spare
The granny came, I left market finishing shopping differently.
On my way home, I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind.
Then,remembered having read the news of a drunk truck driver
Hitting a car in which there was a young lady and a little girl
The little girl died right away and the young lady was in coma.
Next day,read the news that the young lady has passed away.
Bought roses, went to the mortuary where dead body exposed
Saw her in coffin,the photo of the boy and the doll on her chest.
**Unfortunately it is a true story except my going to the mortuary
though I wanted it much but could not as I was a foreigner in
those days. My only pasttime was to visit Malls and reading newspapers.
Dr. Ram Mehta
Seventh place win in
Contest: My "Saddest" Christmas Ever sponsored by Constance la France
Last Christmas I was so surprised
You gave me your heart but then said goodbye…
Wasn’t so sure if I should just move on or cry…
But with you out of my life, I wanted to die…
That very Christmas wasn’t as merry
Told myself it would be different come January…
Cleared my head and said it will be change next year
Find someone I can trust and who truly cares
So this Christmas I smile knowing you fled
Because now I have a Christmas with no regret
That this… this girl is the one
To make this Christmas awesome and fun
This Christmas I will laugh I will smile
Thanking God that our hearts did collide…
With this I must move on and seek a new beginning
Make a new life worth living
Prepare for a year worth giving…
A song worth singing
This Christmas I have you
A girl so perfect through and through
There’s just so much I want to do
To make your Christmas a happy and joyous one too!
Winter winds blow all around.
I’m astonished by the sounds of Jingle Bells and reindeer stomps.
All of this should never stop.
Snow lies on the ground, if only that weren't too profound.
Time only leads to decay, but not on Christmas, not today.
You should see the angels pray.
Toy trains, and rag dolls are the things kids used to want.
But time has changed, yes so have children…
Santa seems as if a villain.
So much fighting, so much crying, it sounds as if the kids are dying.
“I want money, I want fame, and these toys are just so lame.”
But that’s the product we provided.
Second chances are no more, Santa’s plot we wait for.
He’s sick of this, he doesn't care, it’s as if he’s not wanted here.
He gets ready to take it all back….
There’s still one toy left in his sack, it’s for a little girl, half a world away.
Now how could he have missed this, on the perfect Christmas day?
He turns around, not time for war.
This toy, the girl is waiting for… It’s not a toy like you’d expect.
She didn't ask for electronics, or stupid games such as Sonic.
She just wanted one small thing…
She’s waiting for something EXTRA special this gloomy day.
In a bed she sits and stares, at the window near a chair.
She’s so weak, and all alone.
She doesn't even have a real home, not where there are bright lights anyways.
They've decorated a weeping willow, the only tree around the “home”.
So she has lights to see.
It’s Christmas after all, but there’s no way to calm the raging sea.
She’s dying, it won’t take much longer, and she doesn't care about the tree.
She needs a new heart extra bad.
So, Santa’s bringing her the one thing, that will stop her parents from being sad.
He rushes to the hospital in his golden sleigh, and climbs right down the vent,
He’s saving Christmas today.
Santa rushes in just in time, finds a doctor, the girl is dying.
It’s not what he usually does, but he stays and watches as they save her life.
He waits for her to wake up.
“Santa, you saved my life, oh thank you so much! I needed my heart to be touched.”
He just smiles, and kisses her hand. He’s so glad he didn't destroy the land.
Christmas is still a special day.
There’s no more sorrow, no, not today. Santa smiles though some are still ungrateful.
There’s that one child, standing in the snow, her life can now be started in the evening glow. That’s life for the grateful, loving, caring, and the thankful. Most of the time Santa just gives toys. For all the good girls and boys. But not today, and not tomorrow, once a year he gets rid of sorrow. So sleep tight and say your prayers, Christmas time is but once a year.
One crying kid after another sat on Santa’s lap.
He tried to remain jolly while holding onto squirming, screaming, kicking and
Those who did not cry had endless lists of toys and games they wanted for
He was not aware of the electronic gadgets and accessories they asked for in
He had been pee’ed on. Had his real beard pulled and tugged on. He had been
kicked and clawed. He was even slapped by one mother who did not like the way
he held her daughter.
Picture after picture for ungrateful parents who commented, “Last year’s Santa was
One spoiled brat after another, disappointed with the snow globe they got for
sitting on his lap after over an hours wait in line.
Christmas had lost its meaning and joy to the, underpaid, Mall Santa Claus.
Finally, on Christmas Eve, the line had come to an end and one last child waited her
turn to sit on his tired, wet and weary lap.
Void of enthusiasm, he motioned with his mitten covered hand for the girl to come
sit on his lap.
He wondered if this would be a crier, a wetter, a silent stiff, a whiner or a spoiled
brat with a long list of gift orders.
She felt frail as he lifted her up onto his lap.
She removed her cap and displayed a totally bald head.
“Hello, little girl. And what do you want for Christmas?”, he asked with no emotion
left in his voice.
She could only answer in a sweet, soft, whisper of a voice, “I came here to say
thank you, Santa. I already got my Christmas present.”
“You did? And what did you get?”, he asked.
“A bone marrow transplant,” was her answer.
“Oh,” was all he could respond with.
“Mommy said it came from Jesus. So, I thought maybe you could tell Jesus, ‘Thank
you’, for me.”
“Yes,” he said, with rejuvenated spirit, “yes, I can.”
“Thank you, Santa. Oh, and Santa, can you give my Mommy and Daddy a nice
dinner away from the hospital on Christmas day? They have been there every night
for a long time and I think they could use a night off.”
“I will see what I can do,” said Santa, with a tear in his eye.
The little girl climbed down off of Santa’s lap, thanked him for the most beautiful
snow globe she had ever seen, and wandered off down the mall holding her
Santa sat there in the dark for the longest time, having forgotten the hundreds of
kids who soured his Christmas spirit and smiled, full of Christmas joy for the present
he had just received.
“And, Jesus,” the mall Santa said, “Thank you from me, too.”
You did this, you pushed the wrong buttons,
It was not supposed to end this way.
So now I hide behind these blinds,
I begged and pleaded you to stay.
You never saw that what i sacrificed for you was way beyond my powers,
But input everything aside for you and now you bring out the sorrows.
So thank you for showing me what your expectations were with me so you earned your crown,
So I say this as my finial words, "May Your Will Be Done".
The wind was blowing snow, deep freeze cold
Christmas shoppers were going from store to store
It was Christmas time in the city
A little orphan girl in rags and cold
Watching a Salvation Army Lady in front of a store
Dressed in red, ringing a bell for the city
The little orphan girl would not have anything for Christmas
But a memory of the ringing bell
The child begged all day long for something to eat
Wondering what the rich people did for Christmas
In her rags and hand me downs, smelling the Christmas smell
She was just a lonely hungry child of the street
Like a strong magnet, the bell;s sound
The little girl, it kept pulling her near
She dreamed of a warm home and family
A nice warm bed instead of the cold ground
With each ring of the bell is all she wanted to hear
A dream, turkey, gravy and a Christmas tree
Darkness fell on the frozen Christmas air
The little girl, the Salvation Lady and the bell
People were in a mad rush to get home, it was Christmas time
Then a moment of silence, they all said a prayer
And then back to the bell ringing chime
The little girl said, "Lady, I have one dime, will that ring the Salvation Bell"
Oh my pretty little elfin faced girl
In green woolly tights and pixie shoes
Please notice me beneath the mistletoe
And kiss away my Christmas blues
Oh my pretty little elfin faced girl
I wish you would grant my Christmas wish
But it appears that I wish in vain
For you don’t even know that I exist
So I stand alone with my Christmas punch
Looking out at the fresh fallen snow
When I see your elfin face smile at me
And you’re holding a sprig of mistletoe
The saddest story I’ve ever read, I read on Christmas day.
About a man who’s hurt, would not go away.
He was from the wrong side of the tracks but that didn’t make him any less a man,
He had a wife and a little girl and he provided as best he can.
He had worked hard all year long piecing together a bicycle from pieces that were salvaged
from here and there.
But when he was through it was a piece of art, every piece polished and painted with love
And that Christmas eve night, when all were asleep, he placed it under the tree,
He was so excited he couldn’t wait for his little girl to see.
And that morning her little eyes were fixed on that beautiful bicycle that shined so bright.
She stammered as she tried to talk, for she was so filled with delight.
She hugged momma and poppa and said this was the best day she had ever known,
It was a gift of love and that was the look his daughter had truly shown.
He took it outside so she could ride and ride,
But what happened next in the story is where I cried and cried.
A neighborhood gang banger was cruising the streets and feeling real mean,
When he decided to scare the little girl with his car, the rest is such a horrible scene.
She had never played chicken and didn’t know what to do,
When he swerved, she did too.
Her little bicycle was no match for the car that tore a happy home apart.
And from the father that day was taken the light of his heart.
They say it was just too much and he just went away,
But the legend says she still rides her pretty new bike each and every Christmas day.