A Bus Driver's Christmas
I’ll be home for Christmas
But not the driver of my bus
Busy dropping passengers home
A modern Santa Claus.
It’s Christmas Eve today
He knows glad tidings in the air
Delivering people to all who need
To see their loving papa present there.
He is happy to see them smile
Happy for the children too
Happy for some aged folk
Would have had a Christmas blue.
He serves, taking them home in time
Before that midnight hour
Children, old Santa, will not see
Descend the cold, icy tower .
The bus driver misses out on fun
Forgetting his family joy at home :
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Doesn’t want to see someone else alone.
He drops an old couple at their stop
Exchanging a smile; greeting of peace
Watches them walk to a closed door
With aching in their hearts and knees.
Suddenly, the door is opened with a roar
Grandkids exuberant, welcome them in
Now the Bus Driver’s happy to see
Their Christmas is warm, his is cold within.
He drives off to his last stop that night
Lights a cigarette with a cup of tea,
Drives his car to reach him home
In church, his family Christian devotees.
Alone he sits, gazes at the clock
Waiting for his family, all in glee
Thinks about all the happy folk
That made his Christmas brighter be.
Copyright © Trevor Dsouza | Year Posted 2024
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