The Christmas Box
At the bottom of the stairs sits an evergreen
Silent, and emaculate
Dressed in gold, and silver
At the foot sits many a box
And there sits one
Out of site
Santa has granted the wish
Of one little miss
In the box sleeps a puppy
Whom will have his wish also granted
As the night settles
And the sun rises
Little voices can be heard from above
Her little wish rises
Stands at attention
Patiently waiting
Dressed in reds, and greens
The little miss runs down the stairs
An undeniable grin on her cheek
Unknowingly pushing aside dolls, and games
To discover her wish was not granted
The little miss begins to cry
On hearing this our little wish also begins to cry
The tearful angel moves the tears from her eyes
And peers around the side
And there sits the little wish
Looking as dapper as ever
The little miss opens the box
And there he went
With so much affection to give
The grin was now smile
The big little miss, and mister find her at the foot of the tree
They ask what his name will be
Little Mister, the second, of course
Santa has brought the Littles another gift
Grateful they are
As they gather to remember the first Little Mister
Whom had been taken from them only a year prior
When the Little Miss had presents to share
With a sibling she loved so dear



