Scrooge's Neighbor
That neighbor of mine has been stingy as hell.
As a businessperson, he has done quite well.
His enterprise has been growing larger each day.
It has been that way since his partner passed away.
For the longest time, he has exhibited frugality.
He has never known the meaning of charity.
Christmas is a day he wants to sweep under the rug.
I have heard him refer to this season as a “humbug”.
Well, something strange must have happened overnight.
What he is doing appears almost as a fright.
This morning, he said “Merry Christmas” to me.
He took my hand, and gave me a gold guinea.
Then he was dancing around in the street.
He laughed and greeted everyone he would meet.
I really do not know what happened since yesterday.
However, I hope the man will stay this way.
I wrote and submitted this one several years ago. I thought I would repost it for the season.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2017
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