White snow is falling on his hat.
He’s walking on alone.
He’s looking like a homeless cat.
His life is just his own.
He stopped in front of Christmas tree
And whispered with strong hope:
“Let me Your miracle for free”.
He caught a snowball drop.
Young lady came with shiny eyes,
With an embarrassed smile.
“Excuse me, sir,”- she said two times.
He looked at Tree for’ while:
“This is your miracle…You’re kind
And know how to surprise!
This Christmas Eve I’ll memorize
As Your amazing prize.
Christmas Request
© Copyright: Дарья Броуз, 2009
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