Enjoy this short fiction Christmas rhyme and have a Merry Christmas with your friends and family.
Charlie is 13 this year. The story is fiction.
A Christmas Prayer
T’was the night before Christmas, each child wore a frown,
As they stood near the bed with their heads hanging down.
While we sat by the fire, wishing it were not so.
The wood slowly burned, embers now were aglow.
Our beloved dog Charlie just lay there so still.
“Will you live to see Christmas, or are you too ill?”
The kids knelt by the bed and rubbed Charlie’s soft fur.
Charlie made no response, no not even a stir.
We hugged all our children and wiped all their tears.
We tried to be brave and to help calm their fears.
We sat in a circle, our hands were locked tight.
We prayed that our Charlie would live through the night.
Our children were sad as they crawled into bed.
I awoke with fond mem’ries alive in my head.
We sprang from the bed to see Charlie once more.
We ran down the stairs wondering what was in store.
The sight we beheld stopped us both in mid-dash.
I called to the children who came in a flash.
Our Charlie gave birth on that Christmas eve night.
She had eight tiny puppies. Oh, what a delight!
We gave thanks to God for his answer to prayer.
We cried tears of joy for God’s love and his care.