My Christmas Angel

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This article was published 21/12/2022 (1196 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.

A long time ago there was given to me,

A little straw angel for my Christmas tree.

It’s simply made, just straw bound with twine,

Photo by Ron Buffie
                                “The angel from the treetop looks down with a smile…”

Photo by Ron Buffie

“The angel from the treetop looks down with a smile…”

But for me there’s no finer angel than mine.

She’s always there and at times great stress,

Rescued me from a disheartening mess.

The angel’s hands are pressed together in prayer,

And she looks kindly down with a great deal of care.

Christmas morning I awoke to a situation most shocking,

Absolutely nothing in my Christmas stocking.

Not a single nut, or a small candy cane,

This Christmas began with a good deal of pain.

Then I took a peek ’neath my Xmas tree,

Where are the gifts I expected to see?

I didn’t expect a Rolex or an expensive pair of skis,

But nothing this Christmas? Come on Santa! Please!

Didn’t you bring something, one little gift,

Some sort of trifle to give me a lift.

I realize people are starving, I know times are lean,

But not even a shortbread or a small tangerine.

Not even a trinket or some kind of toy,

This Christmas I’m afraid will be devoid of joy.

Forget the mistletoe, never mind the holly,

It’ll take a miracle to get me feeling jolly.

Though Santa I believe is a decent old bloke,

Could he be capable of a mean-spirited joke ?

Perhaps he’s late, he has to make frequent stops,

A normal occurrence for those full of schnapps.

The angel from the treetop looks down with a smile,

To see your gifts clearly sometimes takes a while.

Look a little closer and don’t let your greed,

Masquerade as something essential you need.

There’s more to be seen if you look hard enough,

You’ll find gifts more precious than “stuff”.

So I take another peek ’neath the Christmas tree,

And realize there’s treasure that had escaped me.

I failed to see the love and good wishes from you,

They’re piled up high as there are quite a few.

And the most important gift under the tree this year,

Is the fact both you and I are still here.

This Xmas I’d like to share my angel with you,

If you find yourself troubled, don’t know what to do,

Come over for coffee which we’ll quaff neath the tree,

With the angel bestowing blessings on you and me.

Merry Christmas!

Ron Buffie

Ron Buffie
Transcona community correspondent

Ron Buffie was a community correspondent for Transcona.

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