Editor:

The morning after Christmas

This is what you would see

If you saw this little boy

Who never had a Christmas tree.

He didn’t know what presents were

Yet he would always pray

And if you were close to him

Here is what you’d hear him say:

My mother always taught me

To take things as they come

No matter what the consequence

To try them one by one.

He gave us all these beautiful things

That makes this world of ours

He gave us all the birds and bees

And all the beautiful flowers.

Also the beasts of burden

Which helps us every day

And all the stars up in the sky

That guides us on our way.

I know that he is watching

She told me he’s always near

So if I never have nothing else

I have Him from year to year.

So Christmas makes me happy

In a different kind of way

And you could be just like me

All you have to do is pray.

Bob Lee

Greenville