A Fools Christmas in Paradise

Every night on Christmas Day my gift would appear.

A homeless girl named Dezeray, sharing Christmas cheer.

With dirty socks on both her hands, she sang so I could hear

a Christmas carol, just for me, year after year.

She would leave with Christmas dinner hot and wrapped with a bow.

And a hundred measly dollars I could afford to let go.

The song she'd sing and smile she'd bring would always let me know

she appreciated any kind of kindness I would show.

This was our tradition despite the odds and ends.

A single day a year Dezeray and I were friends.

But I took it for granted and failed to comprehend

Dezeray, she was enchanted, my little godsend.

Shortly before Christmas when Dezeray was nine,

the business I once harvested had finally reached it's prime.

I became a rich man in such a short time

that my heart had become jaded, the money was all mine!

When she sang for me that Christmas I could not be gratified.

"Mr. man, merry Christmas!" she called out, but no reply.

I was far too occupied.

It was much too cold outside.

I felt so relieved I sighed when she walked away and cried.

Then on New Years morning I recieved disturbing news.

Sales were down and selling was the better choice to choose.

Everything I gained I simply was about to lose.

Grabbed my keys and my shoes, I was about to blow a fuse!

I put the pedal to the metal, driving fast and without care.

Until I ran over a little girl with messy hair.

As I got out to check on her, all i could do was stare.

There was no way this was fair, do I deserve this despair?

Lifeless in my arms, Dezeray held a device.

It was an audio player that said:

"Merry Christmas twice! I know it's not the same

but I hope it will suffice. All I want for Christmas

is to just do something nice!"

As she sang Silent Night I knew that she had paid the price

for everything I valued in a fools Paradise.

-GP