A poem for xmas

Franco the toymaker was busy at work
it’s Christmas so no time to shirk
making things for the girls and boys
in his shop to fill with toys

Dolls, Trains all sorts of things
he knows all the joy it brings
at this time of year, the special season
this religious time, we all know the reason

Hard at work throughout the day
many people come his way
into his shop and they will buy
that special present
for their children to enjoy

Late that night as he was closing
his thoughts were many
and he was supposing
what was next that he should make
there was so much for goodness sake

He looked around, just not enough
to go round, life was so tough
he felt a pain in his chest
made him grab his bright red vest

To the floor he fell so fast
he thought the feeling wouldn’t last
now passed out caused by his fall
fortunately Mrs Grimble
passing had seen it all

The Doctor came, your confined to bed
but my toys Franc said
the children, they will understand
so just you rest that’s what I demand

That night while Franco was fast asleep
from out of one eye a toy did peep
Zippo the Clown was wide awake
this couldn’t happen for goodness sake





Hey wake up he shouted loud
disturbing all the sleeping crowd
other toys began to stir
suddenly lathes began to whir

Standing over Franco’s bed
an Angel raised her pretty head
I’m here to help someone so good
so the toys will be made
just like they should

My little helpers will save the day
you deserve all the help
that comes your way
always there for the hard up and the poor
now its time to repay that heart of yours

All night long toys slaved away
making friends to save the day
all the shelves were full plenty for all
now we’ve answered the Angels call

So Zippo sat back quite contented
looked at the toys his friends had invented
Christmas would be just as before
with folks coming through the door

To see the children’s faces as they perused
all the toys, looking excited and bemused
was all the Angel and her friends required
and to save Franc from getting so tired

In the morning when he awoke
pain now gone, got up, gave the fire a poke
in the workshop he was surrounded
stood aghast, just plain dumfounded

All these toys don’t remember these
but the children I now can please
through the window he saw the snow
in the Christmas lights it was quite a show

Turned the door sign to say open
another day , like others often
never knew what took place that night
his Angel coming and bringing the light




That lit up his life for many years
so to bring children laughter
wiping away their tears
Zippo and his helpers just sat and pondered
about Christmas day, they really wondered

Who would buy them, take them home
to be played with
or would they remain alone
but would always remember
when Franco nearly died
the night they sat round and cried

Thanks to the Angel who brought them life
to aid poor Franco and save his life
all that remained so long ago
some unexplained footsteps in the snow