THE JOLLY MAN
I wanted to write something special for Christmas. I saw this story a few years ago.
I loved the story that was told that I thought I might try to turn it into a longer story, then I thought recently when I joined hubs, why don't I try writing a poem about this family's dilemma, and I did and I think that it is such a beautiful story.
After I began to write it, the lines seemed to just fall into place and I found it easier as I went along. It is a lovely story about a family who find themselves in a situation at Christmas and how they still managed to enjoy their Christmas regardless of their mother's accident. I hope you get as much enjoyment reading it as I have writing it. Its up to all of you now. It might even cheer up someone who is feeling a bit down at the moment. I leave it up to you!
In the tough old days when I was a young , the family that lived next door.Faced a Christmas that would be less exciting, than the ones they had before. For their Mum at work was injured ,for weeks it laid her flat, and the compensation that she was paid would hardly feed a cat. But, from their Father's Social Club, every month a gentleman would call. He had a pleasant English accent, and a happy "Hello" to all. Little Sue and John knew that with him he brought lollies. This happy, loud old English man, they called "Mr. Jolly. On Christmas eve, the Social Club held its usual Christmas party , It was a night of fun, of laughs and cheer, it made young and old feel hearty, But for Sue and John it wasn't to be a night of fun for them.
For their Dad and Mum were going out to their Annual Christmas Ball, and they had promised their Dad and Mum they would stay home, just in case their nan should call. It was almost near to midnight, and everybody knew, that before too long that dear old Santa would be due. The halls were decked with with balloons and bells, and streamers that looked so bright, but Sue and John were a little worried, because Santa was late tonight .
Still, everyone knows that santa comes when the clock is striking midnight, then the bells rang out, and they heard a shout that rang in their little ears, the loud big voice a voice they knew of their Englishman so dear,there was no doubt, that the fellow who was standing at their door, was in fact, their English man, who had been there once before, then he gave them both a christmas treat of a big brown bag of lollies, and now you know, the secret, that this man was their dear friend "Mr. Jolly"