'Twas the night before Christmas
Bobby was sat on a bench feeling very sad,
With holes in his shoes and very poorly clad.
It was three years since his dad had died
The family of five struggled,but the mum really really tried.
His mum worked at the hospital,her wage didn't go very far,
They lived on the breadline,walked everywhere,didn't have a car.
His three sisters had made their mum a gift each.
Bobby walked from shop to shop but the gifts were out of reach.
It was getting dark,downhearted Bobby made his way home,
Suddenly his eyes caught the glimmer of a coin right next to a Christmas gnome.
A warmth spread through his body as he walked into a shop quite bold.
But when they told him 50 p wouldn't buy anything he turned cold.
The six year old didn't give up and into a florist he goes.
"Please sir,do you think this 50p will buy my mum a single red rose?"
Into the back of the shop the florist did go,
Reappearing with 12 red roses wrapped in a bow.
"That will be 50p young lad,"said the shopkeeper reaching out his hand.
Bobby gave him the money as into a pool of good fortune he did land.
"Have a very good Christmas young lad,"said the shopkeeper while holding the door.
"The same to you kind sir,"said Bobby,"and many many more."
The shopkeeper and his wife hugged each other tightly as they stepped out into the cold air,
But warm and happy inside, as the joys of Christmas with Bobby they did share.