The last Christmas gift a boy got from his grandpa |
THE CHRISTMAS GIFT It was Christmas time in sixty seven I was only ten and my brother was nine years school holidays had already started if I remember clear waiting for the excitement of Christmas would bring dear Suddenly grandpa got sick and warded in hospital my parents were busy with visiting him he had promised me something very much dear to me I had waited and waited looking through the window for him Christmas came near and my hopes died away there was no Christmas tree, no decorations to make no polished floors, no cakes and wine because of grandpa everything stood still With hushed silence as the darkness fell everyone was readying to go to mass that day I was still looking at grandpa’s room to find out if he would bring my Christmas gift Christmas day came and I woke up at seven there was a vehicle and everyone rushed there then came grandpa with a slight limp everything was gone but not his smiling face He limped directly to me with a wrapped parcel “Happy Christmas, my boy” was his cheerful words I took the gift and ran to my room with one stroke of hand I undid the parcel soon There was this beautiful CRIB of seven pieces colorful angels, Mary and Joseph with smiling Jesus my grandpa died way before the next Christmas We will never forget how he brought us happiness that Christmas. |