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A Cop’s Christmas

Midnight Christmas Eve

White snow tumbles down

Slowly, quietly,

Without making a sound.

A cop in blue rubs his hands

And stomps his frozen feet,

Looking with wonder

At the sparkling frozen street.

Icy trees shimmer,

Snowy diamonds glimmer,

Falling flakes dance around

Tumbling, tossing, to the ground.

He sees a boy resting

Shaking with cold as he tries to sleep,

No blanket for him

Just a cold empty street.

He gives the boy his gloves

And his Christmas scarf too,

While lacy flakes cover his blue hat

And his shiny badge too.

Thanking God for the peace

That other men yearn for and still seek,

He continues on his way

Seeing the beauty in the new Christmas day.

Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller

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