On the corner of the old thrift store
There sat a child about five, no more.
She looked at me with a tear in her eye
And asked me what it was I’d buy.
I answered to her with a big grin:
“Just plain ole Christmas shopping, once again.”
She asked me if I would sit and talk
So I insisted we take a little walk.
I bought her hot co-co to warm her tummy.
I took her to see Santa which she thought was funny.
I asked where her family was at.
She ignored me, and told me her nickname was Cat.
Concerned and worried after our talk,
I walked her back to the old thrift shop.
I asked the owner who the little girl belonged to.
She looked at me and said, “I haven’t a clue!”
She kept on about her business not thinking twice.
Her face looked pale white and cold as ice.
She finally asked me the little girl’s name.
I told her and she looked at me like I was playing some game.
The woman looked confused as she sat me down.
Tears started coming along with a deep frown.
“My daughter has been dead for years,
She used to sit outside to greet customers, she had no fears.”
I was surprised at what the woman was telling me.
I saw the little girl and bought her warm co-co, could this really be?
As hard as it was to believe
I knew it was real and my eyes didn’t deceive.
The little girl was dead but not gone.
For it was Christmas and for her family she longed.
So even though someone may pass away
They want to be with their family, especially on Christmas Day.