The Christmas Sweater By J. Price I opened my Christmas present Wrapped in paper of shiny green Inside there was a sweater. The prettiest I’d ever seen. It was soft, warm, and cuddly Gigantic, huge and wide. I put it on over my head, It was a very good place to hide. I want my sweater to fit. It’s much too big on me. Maybe it will fit When I turn from two to three. My sweater is so lovely, But it hangs right to the floor. It won’t be quite as large on me When I finally turn four. The colors are so bright, They almost seem to glow. When I grow from four to five It may fit. I’m going to grow! My sweater is still my favorite Will it fit when I get six? When I put it on right now My hands are in a fix. The sleeves hang way down over both my hands, and yet When I get to be seven It’s sure to fit. YOU BET! I’m finally eight years old now, And my sweater fits me fine. I’ll wear it all year long… Oh, it’s small ‘cause I’ve turned nine. I reached my goal and passed it My sweater fit so well. There are new goals to reach for I’m old enough to tell. When one wish is finally granted, After waiting, oh so long. There’s always more to wish for, because new dreams come along. J. Price. 1997 © Used with permission of the author. |
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