Scrooge Reformed

A poem about a Scrooge-like man who, through...well, you'll see.

Scrooge Reformed

 

A mighty Scrooge ol' George was he

As mean as Santa's kind,

Especially 'round Christmastime

He seemed to lose his mind.

He yelled at Santas in the street

And shook his fists at trees,

He bought gifts for none but himself

He did all this with glee.

But the truth was that deep deep down

He was so very sad,

He'd never experienced the joy

Of gifts given and had.

Two very wise boys, John and Ben,

Could see this down inside,

And on Christmas Eve they would show

George had another side.

A knock was heard at George's door

He grumbled as he stood,

He opened the door and what he saw

Made him as still as wood.

The boys had spent their last few coins

On a small Christmas card,

It said "We bought this gift for you

"Even though it was hard,

"Because you're mean and old and cruel

"You seem full up with spite,

"But there's another side of you,

"We hope to bring in sight.

"We give this gift of Christmas joy

"In hopes that you will see,

"That there's enough love to go round

"To fit both you and me."

A single tear dropped from his cheek

As his large eyes grew bright,

He screamed out loud into the world...

"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!"

Author's Note

I tried to make a nice little poem about the spirit of Christmas.