A Wish for Christmas
What child is this? Whose eyes shimmer with longing. Nose pressed tight up against the glass as if closer would make the smells come through. Cold granules drift up against the ragged clothes, a bare toe pokes out. Shop owner rushes out to shoo the misfit along, not wanting his paying customers to see.
Child trudges away, maybe tomorrow the glass might be thinner, the shop owner less upset, or someone willing to give some long lost love, for it would be Christmas.
25 Nov. 09 © Steve Pray
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