A Christmas Penny
The street was full of horse and sleigh
all draped in Christmas joy.
As Parents raced from shop to shop
to buy much needed toys.
The kind Sister at the Convent
had pressed a penny in her hand.
The orphan wasted little time
in putting forth her Christmas plan.
The child stood by a window with
Her nose pressed on frosted pane.
Marveling at the books and dolls...
their pretty clothes and games.
Would a single penny be enough
to grant all she might desire
And have a special toy to call her own
while playing by the fire?
A cough roused her from this state
as a beggar walked among the fray.
Wearing clothes that mirrored hers
but the crowd just turned away.
It was hard to see one so frail
at this wondrous time of year.
What came next... would break her heart...
The beggar shed a single tear.
She dropped her penny in his cup...
Amazed at the feeling she derived...
And the ease to which a simple task
may cause Christmas cheer to thrive.
So blessed are the many children
who give pause in their lament
And strive to make a better world
for those without a cent.
The End
*Christmas Poems... Old and New Contest
December 15/ 2020
For Constance La France
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