A Christmas Toy Story

A Christmas poem!

Once upon a time

When all seemed fine

There was a Christmas toy

Always spreading Christmas joy

All around the world he would go

Visiting all the children, giving them hope

Letting them know Santa was on his way

With his eight reindeer, and his sleigh!

He was a chipper little toy

Though he still had his own dream

All he wanted for Christmas, you see

Was to become a young boy

With that boyish gleam

But Santa did not give presents to his toys

In fact, he would often give them away

To all the children across the world

Something he would do once a year

On that one very special day

But this year,

Something had changed

As the young toy

Did not spread his joy

He was angry with Santa

For the very first time

But who is to blame the little guy?

All he wanted was to be alive

As the big man in red

Realized that without the little toy

Christmas would be dead

He decided to grant him his wish

And turn him into a real boy

And off the two would go

All around the world,

They were now on their way

Bringing presents,

To all the young boys and girls

Before the end,

Of that very special day

Author's Note

Since Christmas is close by, I figured I'd have a little fun with poetry! I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. It would've been longer, I could've turned this into a short story, but I chose not to.

Reviews

[Cool Girl]

I love Christmas! I also love this poem!

[Lizardo]

Wonderful poem! it would of been great in a stroy though.
But I love it, it's about the season and everything
Nice poem Brian

[bee]

I love Christmas and to read a poem/story related to it, just lifts my spirit.

[ANTO]

Brian I love the premise and the rhyming - from stanza 4-7 there seems to be a change in style (I imagined a voice-over/narrator speaking this part - maybe a change in the text font would help the reader there) the final stanza is delectable. Overall a good effort my friend.

[Laura Lynn]

I feel like there is a hidden meaning here that I am missing because I feel dense today, but I'm sure if prompted you could "wax eloquent" about it...I myself have always been into "waxing eloquent" but there are a lot of people who really, really aren't, and that is what is plaguing my recollections at the moment, tugging at my way of looking at and perspective of the world...

[Brian M. Peeples]

It somewhat resembles the story of "Pinocchio" where he is a wooden toy and wishes to become a real boy. Santa is his maker. By the way, I'm quite into "waxing eloquent," but as you stated, there are many others who aren't. I tend to keep those thoughts to myself, as well as my perspective of the world, unless someone is willing to listen.

[Laura Lynn]

thanx for listening

[Matching Socks]

Aww. I love seeing the Christmas poems. Enjoyed this sweet one.

[Brian M. Peeples]

Figured I'd take a break from writing romantic poems as I have been lately and wanted to try something for the holidays. I'm glad you enjoyed it! :)

P.S. I was a little weary about the poem, since I don't really write much poetry based on holidays. Thanks!

[Matching Socks]

It's good to try new things...