Christmas Gloves

by

Will Emaus

I see you every night.

You are part of my budget now.

I see you in the cold Michael, every night when I take my train.

I give you change every night, but tonight it's so cold.

I take my gloves off to reach into my pocket.

I see you shivering.

I give you the gloves instead.

Merry Christmas I say.

Now I'm the one shivering, now I'm the one cold.

The next morning a friend knocks on my door.

Merry Christmas he says and hands me a gift.

I open the box, it's a pair of gloves.

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