This is written for my nephew, I, with love…
“The Gingerbread Boy” by Jill Ocone (Copyright 2016)
The Gingerbread Boy
Wearing his pointed hat of red,
His favorite,
Waited with all of the other children
As the crowd counted down
From five with delight,
Then the lights came alive
As the star shined brightly
From atop the town Christmas tree on Main Street.
The Gingerbread Boy
Received a red balloon,
His favorite…
He held onto its ribbon
As it danced in the air
While the band played “Let It Snow”
With snowflakes swirling in the light shining
From the town Christmas tree on Main Street.
The Gingerbread Boy
Climbed into the red carriage,
His favorite,
The clip clop
Of the horse’s feet
And the jingle jangle
From its bridle of bells
Rang out as the horse turned about
Near the town Christmas tree on Main Street.
Suddenly the sirens screamed
As the parade of red firetrucks,
His favorite,
Decorated in lights
Arrived to deliver
Their Christmas cargo
Who dismounted from his ladder perch
Next to the town Christmas tree on Main Street.
He belted a joyful “Ho Ho Ho”
The big man in red,
His favorite…
Then the Gingerbread Boy
Through his twinkley eyes
Watched in wonder
As he winked while welcoming him.
The magic was real and
The Gingerbread Boy believed
That night
By the town Christmas tree on Main Street.
