When I was just a little lad

I heard my mother say,

"There's nothing like a Christmas snow

that falls on Christmas day."

And so one Christmas morning I

was curious to know -

if lawn would still be grassy green

or covered up with snow.

My room was dark.  My bed was warm.

Some sleep was in my eyes.

But hurried, I, to fin'lly see

my Christmas snow surprise!

I threw my blanket off my bed

and slid off to the floor.

It still was dark - so ran into

my dresser's open drawer.

I didn't cuss, but threw a fit -

and then I hurt my shin.

My attitude was sinking as

I shoved the drawer back in.

I raced up to my window where

I'd peek outside to see -

if God had sent a Christmas snow

especially for me.

I threw the curtains to the sides -

I guess a bit too hard -

because the falling curtain rod

caught me a bit off-guard.

My arm still hurt from dresser drawer,

my head from curtain rod.

And when I saw no Christmas snow

I blamed both mom and God.

It seemed I didn't matter -

and God no longer cared.

So feeling sorry for myself -

I, out the window, stared.

All morning long, I trudged along

and dragged my little feet.

It seemed that Christmas, once again,

would turn out incomplete.

My sentiment and attitude

was not a gentleman's.

The tantrums I had Christmas day

had dwarfed all other ones.

I wasted more than half that day

before mom called to me -

and said, "Come quickly.  Look at this.

There's something you should see."

To my surprise, from up above

and falling from the sky -

a Christmas snow proved God loves me,

...but now I'm not sure why.

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