T'was the day before Christmas, poor Harold knew
He expected nothing from his family except maybe a shoe
His mother knitted, his father worked a shop
Harold could never be popular
He learned so from his pop
Harold's life felt hopeless, every second adds dispare
He had seen so many beautiful things he would never get to share
At school he'd sit towards the back
He'd seem invisible to everyone that was there
But he could never take his eyes off this one splendid girl's breathaking hair!
Oh he so admired her!
He'd wish she would look
And see the empty seat next to him that no one ever took...
It would never ever happen he thought
'I'm just caught up in a dream
She is way to popular, or so it may seem'
When Christmas Day finally came he sat upon the floor
Not uncommon for a 16 year old with parents oh so poor.
His brothers and his sisters surrounded waiting to see
What lay behind the covers of the presents waiting to be.
At last all the presents were open except Harold had none
His father looked back down at him and said,
"Behind the tree son"
Harold slowly began to slip out a paper from right behind a tree
"Look outside" he followed with great curiosity.
And with a great leap he jumped out side the door
Right near the entrance lay a little course
He followed down the winding path and finally with one look
His breath slowly shallowed with every breath he took.
Before him lay a white horse,
It's muzzle covered in grass
With a soft neigh Harold fell upon his a--
"A horse!" he shouted as he hugged his father with joy
Who was happy to reply, "For my oldest boy!
Now go my son and ride as you please this steed is now yours!"
Harold thanked him before riding to the girl
For not many people in his class had a steed of his own
So whenever he offered a ride
A great nod saying yes from her was shown.
They happily rode down through the valley and up through snowy hills
Finally they rode back through the village and to the little house
He dropped off the girl of his dreams that eventually became his spouse.
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