|It looks out of place in the shop,
and has a bruised reed on top.
The decorations are kind of odd,
with people seeming to prod.
Curiosity got the best of me,
I need a closer look at this tree.
Underneath, there are no presents or games.
I see only a few lights, and a lot of names.
They scatter all over - hit and miss,
looks like a Charlie Brown Christmas.
Tags cover the tree, as my eyes began to scan,
so I pulled one off and saw the name Dan.
It read alcohol, drugs, divorce, prisons, homeless,
to all of these little Dan was a witness.
His Dad was in prison, and his Mom 'burned out' on drugs.
The little guy hates Christmas - never a gift or hugs.
After wondering what happened to generosity,
I realized God was answering my curiosity.
Tucking the name in my shirt,
I couldn't wait to shop for the squirt.
Then tell him about the Gospel way,
with a gift from a Dad - who's only away.
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