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NO PRESENT


One year Santa did not come
My uncle sent me a fishing pole
Grandma a knitted glove
Mom a warm winter jacket
But that for a boy of nine was essentials
But Santa Clause left nothing
I was crushed--Mom knew my hurt
She said, "Trust me Dandy, there is a reason."
Two days later we were taking the tree down
There under the tree was my special gift
A world bike, you know, light in front
Big solid black wheels, a carrier in back
All the other kids had three speed things
My bike you could sail down the hill with no hands
Mom had found it rusting in the dump
For days they painted, oiled, made it almost new
Though it was indeed a relic from World War Two
It went everywhere with me--once pushed through a snow storm
I was never without my World bike--Best present ever
It had been painted and made new with loving hands

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