The little boy-that-used-to-be On Christmas morning watched the tree. He hid beneath a man's disguise, But oh! the sparkle in his eyes! He watched his son with great delight And how his heart leaped at the sight Of Junior opening up his toys, And then . . . there were two little boys. One half past three, and one . . . oh well, His age in years why need we tell: It did not matter as they played With auto, train and gay parade. Circus and games and toy pop-gun I'm sure I do not know which one Was happier . . . the half past three Or grown-up lad-that-used-to-be.
Source: Eva Sumner's collection
Contributed by: Zaady