The Merchant's Gift
THE MERCHANT’S GIFT
It was just a lucky break-in
Christmas Eve rich old Casey drunk
Not a soul on the floor
The late rush was over
Casey’d turned off the lights but
Forgot to lock the door
The old safe cracked so easy –
Mostly twenties tens fifties –
Robin left the change hurried out
He pulled the bills counted –
One thousand twenty bucks –
God! He wanted to shout
Their dented pot hung sparse
Maria and Joe were so hungry,
Their children at home hungry cold
Robin was hungry too
He fished the bag of bills,
Took twenty from the hold
Sad the couple’s jingling
When most were warm at home that night
But Robin had great news
He smiled sauntered up flung his loot
“Hah! This thousand for your empty pot
From Robin Santa Cruz.”
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