The Gift

What gift did you bring for your Christmas to Christ?

The price of the gift must be a such pretty high,

His suffer and death saved our souls long ago!

I bought fishy pies, round the Laura I was.

A beggar was there! It's no stretch to believe

That his hand was certainly merciful Yours.

It's not very cold, but he's standing around

In snow during all gusty wintery day.

Alas, I don't have any money with me.

I'm sorry, I'm more used to cashless pay.

With a cozy white beard, he's as Santa looked like.

I'd already passed by, but trying to ask:

"Could you take my pie? I know, money is vit'l...

Perhaps there's no room for your sleep, and you struggle?"

He took it and held it, enjoying the heat.

If I could rejoyce too, forgetting these fears:

What'll happen tomorrow, oh, what should I do?

What should I do earl'er, what after to do?

What harm will he say? Or what will she condemn?

Does this house of mine look so much like pell-mell?

Oh, if I could live like "the lilies of field!"

I'll ask Infant God: - Grant my soul this cheer!

14.01.2020