Little Boys

The little boy that used to be
on Christmas morning watched the tree.
He hid beneath a man's disguise,
but oh, the sparkle in his eyes!

He watched his son with great delight,
And how his heart leaped at the sight
of Junior opening up his toys,
And then - there were two little boys...

One half past three, and one - oh well,
his age in years, why need we tell?
It did not matter as they played
with autos, trains - an endless parade,

Circus and games and toy pop-gun...
I'm sure I do not know which one
was happier - the half-past-three
or the grownup lad that used to be.

[ Della Adams Leitner -- from Becky Shiles ]


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