The Xmas shuffle was coming
On its way to everyone
And Mary housebound and lonely
Couldn’t imagine an emptier one
Her house visitor came once a week
And asked Mary what would she wish
If she could have anything this Xmas
What would be her gift?
I would want to see Larry
A message to him I would send
But don’t know where he is
And he is my only friend
Mary sat by the window every day
Looking out into her garden with nothing to say
She watched the seasons come and go
This morning her roses were covered in snow
Today was Xmas Eve
Suddenly a Robin appeared on her sill
It stayed for a while
And Mary sat very still
“Oh! Little bird grant me a request!”
“Bring to me Larry on Xmas Day”
The Robin bright and fluttering
Spread its wings and flew away
Then Mary sleeping in her bed
Dreamed of Larry when both young
She was 20 again in her head
And youth its song was sung
Xmas morn her carer came
Then a knock upon her door
Mary you have a visitor who can it be
And there stood Larry once more
The carer knew Mary’s wishes
And all about their youthful kisses
Somehow a letter had found Larry
One she had sent of many
Larry in his hands held a bouquet
“How are you lass?”
He did finally say
“Oh Larry is it really you?”
He bent down and kissed her cheek
Then Mary said without a doubt
“This is the best Xmas I ever knew!”
Then Mary noticed once more
The Robin was perched outside her window
“God bless you little bird
Merry Xmas and thank you!”
The Optimistic Rhymer 