Brand New Toy

As I walk along the snowy path of Christmas eve

I start to believe in a Spirit of Christmas joy

As each girl and boy lay their head down to sleep.

There will be neither a peep nor a weep

of sorrow on this night, as all the light's go out.

Children have been tucked in tight, and they dream away

for, Presents on Christmas day.
 Maybe even one Sleigh ride.

A Joyous child did cry!
As she awoke to a brand new toy.

©  by Mary Robbins

Edited 2021