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He poked the sleepy fire 
Then sat back in his chair
Removed his reading glasses 
Brushed back his cotton hair
A quick glance out the window 
Wishing for a reprieve
Hoping someone might drop by 
On this lonely Christmas Eve

He heard some people caroling 
Strains of "Oh Holy Night"
Gave his dog a pat
Eyes watered at the twinkling lights
The fire crackling, glowing red
Tired eyes of a similar hue
He drifted off to sleep
To the silent late night news

While the old man slept
An angel came a calling
She lightly kissed his head
In dreams the snow was falling
He saw a little boy
In pajamas all excited
A Lionel train circling the tree
A new bicycle parked beside it

The stockings hung the night before
Were stuffed with candy and treats
Everyone was unwrapping gifts
Their love providing the heat
His mom was there on the sofa
Her face so young and pretty
His Santa Clause dad, passing out presents
Trying to be joyful and witty

He saw his brother and sister
A long ago Christmas day
Sharing an old fashioned Christmas
In their family old fashioned way
As he dreamed he began to smile
The angel was standing by
She bent to kiss him again
A tear escaped her eye

The old man sagged in his chair
A big smile on his face
There would be no more lonely Christmases
They were together again in one place


   by Daniel Turner

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