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Dad's Last Gift

His name was Tommy Hall

He was poor. He was seven

His mother always cried

His daddy was in heaven.

 

Yesterday his Dad was here

Before he went out the door

He told him he loved him

Tommy wished he’d said it more

 

His mother had told him the news

“Dad’s not coming home, Dad’s dead”

Then she left Tommy alone

He cried at what she said

 

He could hear his mother’s sobs

His own tears burned his cheeks

His siblings were screaming now

Each second felt like weeks

 

Tomorrow would be Christmas

But it felt like any other day

There would be no presents

All they could do was pray

 

Everyone would be too upset

To celebrate the next day

He didn’t like seeing this

But he didn’t get much say

 

So he went to his bedroom

To make a top secret plan

To save his family’s Christmas

Doing the only thing he can

 

He did what he thought was best

He crafted gifts for everyone

He worked for hours and hours,

Satisfied when he was done

 

He came out of his bedroom

Carrying a pillowcase full

His family members watched

And silenced to a lull

 

They stared at him, waiting

He put each gift under the tree

“What’s this?” his mother asked

“One for everyone, everyone except me”

 

He walked back to his room

And laid down in his warm bed

Tomorrow was a new day

It wouldn’t be the same, Dad’s dead

 

He drifted off to sleep

Christmas filling his dreams

Until he woke up the next morning

To his sister’s excited screams

 

One by one, the gifts were given

It was just like Santa came

Everyone seemed happier

Without Dad, it wasn’t the same

 

Mom was still crying softly

Tommy didn’t know why

“Don’t you like your gift, mother?”

Tommy questioned with a sigh

 

She was crying harder now

“It’s perfect, Tommy” She said,

“But, you’re crying?” Tommy asked

“It’s not the same, baby, Dad’s dead”

 

Tommy hugged his mother

He didn’t know what else to do

He knew how she was feeling

He needed a hug too

 

“Whose this one for Tommy?”

A package was in his sister’s hand

It reflected the light like a mirror

It looked like it was from a faraway land

 

His sister spelled out the letters

“T-O-M-M-Y, Tommy, it’s for you!”

He didn’t know whom it was from

And didn’t know what to do.

 

He ripped off the shimmering wrap

And recognized the card’s writing

It was from Dad!

He was too amazed to do anything

 

He glanced at his mother

And handed her the card

He knew she would read it

Even though it would be hard

 

“Dear Tommy” She read,

“This Christmas isn’t going to be the same,

There will be no gifts this year

I hope you don’t think it’s that lame

 

But that’s not what Christmas is about,

It’s about family’s being together

So that’s what we’ll do

We’ll make the memories last forever

 

Promise me one thing Tommy,

Lets make this Christmas the best

No gifts, just love and family,

It’ll be a real test

 

But I know we can handle it

Because that’s what it’s all about

Your siblings might not understand

But they’ll have to do without

 

So let’s be together,

That’s what families do,

Remember, I love you Tommy,

I don’t know what I’d do without you”

 

She could barely get the last words out,

“Love you, Dad,” she said

The room went dead silent

It couldn’t be. Dad’s dead

 

There was sudden a wave of calmness

Everyone seemed content

There were no more tears,

It was the last gift Dad sent

 

Christmas was perfect, they were together

In their hearts, even Dad was there

They laughed, they cried and they loved

It was the last gift Dad had to share

 

By Bailey Thompson

Author's Note: Here's the story with this one. Right before Christmas in grade 9, my English teacher assigned a project. We could do one of two things: Write a rhyming kid's book or a song. we could do this either in partners or alone. I personally prefer to be alone in projects because it just makes my life easier! So the first day, I began writing this kids story. The second day, I began writing again and my friend walked up to me. She'd been absent the last few days and needed a partner. I didn't want to use my story because I was pretty much done, so we decided to write a song pushing my story aside. When we were done with the project, I went back to my story and finished it. Although my English teacher never did get to read it.

*The song that my friend and I wrote is also here. It's called Hearts lost, society Rules. *