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guppy_sandhuThe smallest Sandhu (for now at least)
Peered out the windows Christmas Eve
And as there was no sign of sled
Turned to his father and he said:
"Daddy? What is Cwistmas all about?"
And Daddy told him t'was for cheer
At this cold, dark time of year
When folks feel sad or sometimes scared
A cheerful feast should be prepared
And Gilbert nodded his small head
As the clock struck eight (for bed)
And through the window sneaked a look
To find, behind the curtains, Brooke
"Brookie? What is Cwistmas all about?"
And Brooke told him it was for fun
And boisterous games where you could run
And lots of presents under the tree
And not to watch the Queen on TV
At that moment Fry ran down
Clutching his tablet with a frown
He told Mum: "Lenny's still at school!
Could he come here? Would that be cool?"
"Of course." their mother said "Poor Lad!
"He can come here, we will be glad
"To have him if he can't go home
"No-one should spend the day alone."
"Mummy? Is that what Cwistmas is all about?"
And Mum said yes, not just a tree
Christmas is time for family
Even if Grandma has been cruel
She gets another chance at Yule
"Now off to bed." his mother said
And kissed the curls upon his head
But as he went to comb his hair
He heard a sneaky wrapping tear
He peeped around a bedroom door
And saw his sister on the floor
Peeping in at a little gift
A smile on her face with a spirit lift
"Col? What's Cwistmas about?"
Coral showed him the chocolate fish
It's tail was broken, it was squished
"Mae gave me the one she made that bust
That means I have her total trust."
He did not see why she was glad
To get the present that was bad
But Coral said. "I am not sad,
She trusted that I won't be mad."
Now Gilbert he was quite confused
Quite befuddled, quite bemused
And seeing Fry come back upstairs
He tugged his sleeve and gave him stares
"Fwy?"
"Yes?"
Gil knew that Fry would answer right
And so he told him how that night
He'd asked each one what it was for
But still was not completely sure
And Fry looked down, and said with thought
"It's all of those, and even more
They're all correct, they all are true
What does Christmas mean to you?"
And Gilbert sighed a tiny sigh
And pointed at the starry sky
Content he had no need to doubt
What Christmas Day was all about
Peered out the windows Christmas Eve
And as there was no sign of sled
Turned to his father and he said:
"Daddy? What is Cwistmas all about?"
And Daddy told him t'was for cheer
At this cold, dark time of year
When folks feel sad or sometimes scared
A cheerful feast should be prepared
And Gilbert nodded his small head
As the clock struck eight (for bed)
And through the window sneaked a look
To find, behind the curtains, Brooke
"Brookie? What is Cwistmas all about?"
And Brooke told him it was for fun
And boisterous games where you could run
And lots of presents under the tree
And not to watch the Queen on TV
At that moment Fry ran down
Clutching his tablet with a frown
He told Mum: "Lenny's still at school!
Could he come here? Would that be cool?"
"Of course." their mother said "Poor Lad!
"He can come here, we will be glad
"To have him if he can't go home
"No-one should spend the day alone."
"Mummy? Is that what Cwistmas is all about?"
And Mum said yes, not just a tree
Christmas is time for family
Even if Grandma has been cruel
She gets another chance at Yule
"Now off to bed." his mother said
And kissed the curls upon his head
But as he went to comb his hair
He heard a sneaky wrapping tear
He peeped around a bedroom door
And saw his sister on the floor
Peeping in at a little gift
A smile on her face with a spirit lift
"Col? What's Cwistmas about?"
Coral showed him the chocolate fish
It's tail was broken, it was squished
"Mae gave me the one she made that bust
That means I have her total trust."
He did not see why she was glad
To get the present that was bad
But Coral said. "I am not sad,
She trusted that I won't be mad."
Now Gilbert he was quite confused
Quite befuddled, quite bemused
And seeing Fry come back upstairs
He tugged his sleeve and gave him stares
"Fwy?"
"Yes?"
Gil knew that Fry would answer right
And so he told him how that night
He'd asked each one what it was for
But still was not completely sure
And Fry looked down, and said with thought
"It's all of those, and even more
They're all correct, they all are true
What does Christmas mean to you?"
And Gilbert sighed a tiny sigh
And pointed at the starry sky
Content he had no need to doubt
What Christmas Day was all about
