A Real Christmas Gift

My friend John's uncle David

Without a kid,

Felt embittered and stupid,

His sweet wife Mary

Being shattered and sorry

For her hubby's waning glory.

Father of the church

Was hard-hearted so much

That he derided David,

A childless Christian, he thought,

neither sure nor staunch.

However, David believed in Jesus,

And worshipped the Cross,

Without making any fuss

In his heart of hearts,

Of which ignorant was Father Patts

Liking nothing done by fits and starts.

David prayed more than his Father,

Which nobody did ever gather

And that was the matter

Why one Christmas Eve morning

David heard on his door some knocking.

Opening the door he saw a baby

In Father Patts' arms crying.

David and Mary were mad with joy,

With their treasure-trove boy,

Thanking Patts again and again

for their lovely living breathing toy.

But the Bishop was even more puzzled,

When about the gift he was told.

Patts had never come to David's place;

To him, it was a very very strange case,

And then he realized his own baseness;

Jesus Himself had gifted the child,

Filling David with happiness

Intense, sincere and a bit wild.