THE PRICELESS GIFT
His dirty little hands reached to get the bread
His heart beating hard in his chest for fear of getting caught
The feeling of hunger is so deep, it convinces the mind that it's worth the risk
Everyone is running around, lives filled with laughter and cheer, too busy to care
No one saw him, so he slowly slipped away into the night to take what is left home with him

He enters the dark shack they call home, no lights, no heater, just cold silence
Everyone is sleeping but him, so young to be out on his own
Wishing someone would wake to see the little tree he found on the way home
He has no decorations, only a few pine cones and pieces of cloth from the rag box
He wants his little sister to wake in the morning to have a Christmas, something he has never had
He found a doll down at the dump, she was missing a hand but the rest of her was fine
She will make the perfect present for his baby sister, he found mom a mirror, a little tarnished but pretty like her
And dad, he found a belt and an old pair of shoes. The bottoms of dads shoes were almost gone
Joshua picked up old newspapers and some string that would make the perfect wrapping paper for his gift's

Joshua drifted off to sleep beside the little tree
Curled up in a little ball trying to keep warm from the cold creeping through the cracks in the floor
In the wee hours of the morning his little sister came down and saw the beautiful tree
The rags hung like willow branches full of color and so beautiful
She ran to get mom and dad, they were all so excited to see the wonderful surprises 
They tried to wake Joshua but he was too cold too blue, his little hands stiff from the cold, this note lay beside him

Merry Christmas mom and dad, to you I owe everything I have, you gave me my home, babysister too, so I wanted to give some joy back to you.. The gifts I have given are not quite new, but they are given with much love from me to you.  I got the bread for you to enjoy,  MERRY CHRISTMAS from your little boy







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BIDDIXGIRL
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LIFE IS A RIDE, EITHER OF JOY OR REGRET. WHICH DO YOU CHOOSE? THINK QUICKLY, YOU MAY SOON BE AT A DEAD END!
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Synopsis
We should all stop to think about those who live in poverty, and say a special prayer for them this Holiday Season.
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