The Christmas Child
by Stephen Paul Olenski
Monday, July 14, 2003
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No inspiration here, just came to me one day.
There once was a little boy you see,
Who upon meeting, would fill you with glee.
He didn't have wealth, and he didn't have fame,
He didn’t have much, barely had a name.
He wasn't very old, he was just a boy of seven,
But make no mistake, he was a true gift from heaven.
For this boy was special, like no other you've seen,
He had a gift so unique, you'll see what I mean.
He would stand on that corner and say hello to all who passed,
And you wouldn’t think much of it, but a spell he would cast.
Later on you would be out and shopping let's say,
And you would find yourself acting in a very strange way.
You couldn’t understand and you didn’t know how,
But you were filled with a joy you hadn't felt until now.
You think to yourself, why am I feeling this way?
I certainly didn’t feel like this, earlier today.
Then you remember that little boy and you stop and you smile,
For that boy you met… was The Christmas Child.