In a back street in Chicago,
In a black community
There sits a little Christmas shop.
Lights flicker on the tree.
Everything is found there
That can make a Christmas great,
Like gifts, books, and decorations,
And it’s open until late.
One day a girl named Sally,
Who was barely eight years old,
Passed by this little Christmas store
And this story now unfolds.
Sally stopped outside the window
To admire the bright display,
When an angel on the Christmas tree
Caught the young girl’s gaze.
The angel was identical
To another she recalled
Upon her grandma’s Christmas tree,
When she was very small.
Sally didn’t have much money
But she went into the store
To admire the many festive things
She’d never seen before.
Tyrone helped his family
Setting up all the displays,
And choosing Christmas music
To make the season gay.
When the young girl entered
Tyrone was there alone.
He asked her if she needed help
As his mom was on the phone.
“My granny’s in an aged care home,
She’s really very ill,
But, the angel on her Christmas tree
Is what I remember still.”
“I’d like to buy that angel
For my granny for a dime
So that she could enjoy Christmas
Maybe, just this one more time.”
When Tyrone’s mom was off the phone
She came to serve the girl.
Sally asked to see the angel,
And from the tree, it was unfurled.
“This angel’s very special,
In fact, it is quite rare.
See the gold lace on her dress,
And tiara in her hair?”
“This angel costs $5.00
Why, how much have you got?”
Sally sadly hung her head,
“Just a dime, it’s not a lot.”
“I’m sorry dear, that’s not enough,
You need to try and save.
Maybe something cheaper?”
Was the best advice she gave.
“What about a shiny star
To place upon the tree,
A silver one that glitters,
As pretty as can be?”
“I really didn’t want a star.
The angel caught my eye,
But I guess I really have no choice,
If the star is just a dime.”
The star was wrapped, she took it home,
But the angel she desired.
She didn’t even unwrap it,
She just sat down and cried.
Meanwhile, Tyrone told his ma
About young Sally’s plan
To make this Christmas special
For her sick and ailing gran.
The next day Sally came again
To the little Christmas store.
She had a bit more money now
Than what she had before.
“I really didn’t want this star
Although it’s very bright.
So, I’m returning it to you,
For me, it wasn’t right.
I picked some flowers and sold them,
So a dollar I now have.
I still want to buy that angel
But more I have to save.
Tyrone’s mother smiled at him,
And he ran up to the tree.
He pulled the angel from the top
And wrapped it up with glee.
“My son told me your story,
You really are a dear.
Take it for your grandma,
Give her some Christmas cheer.”
Sally smiled and thanked them,
Then raced to see her gran.
She placed the angel on her tree.
It had fulfilled her plan.
Her granny was so happy,
It brought back memories,
But this was the last Christmas
That she would ever see.
A few weeks passed by, as they do,
Sally returned to the store.
She placed the angel on the bench,
“I bought this here before.”
“I’d just like to return it,
My granny passed away.
I thought perhaps you’d like it back
To sell again some day.”
“Thank you my dear, that’s thoughtful,
But the angel’s yours to keep.
She’ll remind you of your grandmother,
And the memories you seek.”
Sally’s now a regular
At the little Christmas store.
Her and Tyrone are best friends
And she goes there more and more.
by John Hansen © 2018
After a lot of procrastinating I have finally self-published my first eBooks of poetry "I Laughed a Smile" and "On the Wings of Eagles" at Lulu.com.Now I find myself branching out and experimenting with short fiction.
I have also been fortunate to have two poems chosen to be made into songs and recorded. The first "On the Road to Kingdom Come" by Al Wordlaw, and the second, "If I Could Write a Love Poem" by award-winning Israeli/British singer Tally Koren.
I am also finding my services increasingly in demand as a freelance writer and I have ghost-written the text for a number of children's books and educational tutorials.
It has taken me many years of searching and restlessness to realise that my life's passion is to write. It saddens me that I wasted so many years not devoting to that, but thinking positively, the experiences gained over those years is now wonderful material for my stories and poems.
I want to try to bring a new focus on poetry and try to make it appealing to a new generation of young people and those who thought they never liked or understood it before.
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