Swapping Boots
A young boy couldn't think of a gift,
that he could ask Santa to bring.
And though time was running out fast;
he still didn't ask for anything.
Christmas Day was approaching fast,
as a cold wind began to blow.
And yet, snug in his rubber boots:
his feet were kept warm in the snow.
Through the storm, he spotted a boy:
a street waif, with a runny nose.
And he was wearing shabby boots;
with holes, where one could see his toes.
The boy suddenly had a thought;
I'll gift him mine; I can get more.
And so, swapping boots, he ran home,
knowing what to ask Santa for.
On Christmas, as the church bells rang,
the boy's heart was bursting with pride.
For, in the spirit of Christmas,
he felt a warm feeling inside.
His new rubber boots Santa brought
stood shining bright under the tree.
And he smiled as he put them on,
for he felt he'd earned them, you see.
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