The Christmas Gift

This is the story of a poor father, who is giving up his son for adoption to family so that his son can have a better future.

I look up, a sight to behold, the inky blue sky,

In multiple hues of Christmas clad;

His eyes glinting, my little Willy by my side,

Boy, Daddy knows what makes you so glad;

 

Bedazzled with the fete, we walk down the street,

Covered with silver snow crystalline;

You hear them singing carols, the melody sweet;

Corners kindled with candles and music divine;

 

The frosty winds raze through your fingers and cheeks,

But all you hear is the rapturous peal of the bells

And all you see is at every door shimmering Christmas trees;

You have never been so elated, from your face I can tell.

 

 

The little girl playing with Santa, you see and clap,

The reindeer sledges, you want to see

 if Santa has brought you gifts in his red cap,

My heart burns, your Santa I can’t be;

 

Your delight you can’t contain, I can’t my tears;

Picking rags, I loitered the whole day long

And bought you this old jumper, nasty cold would hurt you, I feared;

You are my promise, your smile my wish, your laughter my song;

 

I feel ashamed, your innocence I could not preserve,

I have done enough injustice to you, I can’t anymore;

This is the best Christmas you’ll have, the one you deserve,

Wait son! Stop! Yes, this is the door;

 

This is where Santa promised to meet, you ask me,

Oh! How bitterly I feel, to you I hadn’t lied;

Bells jingle, stars twinkle, my soul ruptures and heart bleeds,

If I say a word, I’ll break, so I take you in tongue-tied.

 

There they are, delicacies, gifts, Christmas tree,

And your new parents; Boy! They love you!

From now on, your new life this will be,

As they gather around, I guess the truth has dawned on you;

 

I see tears rolling down your cheeks red,

You are in pain, as if your trust I have betrayed;

Believe me baby, not little tears I have shed.

I wouldn’t forgive myself, with me had you stayed;

 

I walk out silently, but with you my heart will stay,

Snow is falling, the angels in heavens do you cry

Or is it my shattered soul? Willy, I’ll love you forever and aye;

Someday you’ll know, to be your Santa, Daddy did try.