Christmas Lesson
Title: Christmas Lesson
Author: TrinityTheSheDevil
Summary: It's Christmas, and a little boy on Earth needs some shoes...
Archive: Just ask.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Andromeda, or this song. I do own the stranger though.
"It was almost Christmas time, there I stood in another line
Tryin' to buy that last gift or two, not really in the Christmas mood
Standing right in front of me was a little boy waiting anxiously
Pacing 'round like little boys do
And in his hands he held a pair of shoes"
I stand in line. I was only here to buy a few small Christmas things for my wife, since we were stuck here for a few days. I don't know how people can stand this planet. It's dirty, and infested with Magog and Nietzscheans. The humans of this planet have no food. Looking over, I see a little kid holding a cheap pair of shoes. He was pacing around, his spikey blond hair sticking up all over the place. On his face was a look of fierce determination. He was holding the shoes like they were his last lifeline. I wondered how he got the money to get the shoes.
"His clothes were worn and old, he was dirty from head to toe
And when it came his time to pay
I couldn't believe what I heard him say"
His clothes looked more like rags, patched together from different cloths. It at least, kept him partially warm. He was probably around 5 or 6 years old. You never knew with these kids. All the malnutrition kept them small, and younger looking than they really are. He stepped up to the counter to pay for them, and said he wanted to buy the shoes for his Mama, and his dad says there's not much time. He said she's been sick for a long time, and the shoes would make her smile. He wanted her to look beautiful if she met Jesus tonight.
"Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please
It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time
You see she's been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight"
I felt really sad for the boy. His mother dying on him. It would be hard, and they would have to work harder for the food. Medical care is almost non existent here. I was really wishing I could get back to my home, my kids, back on Witerca. They would have to have Christmas without their parents this year. I would have to make it up to them.
"He counted pennies for what seemed like years
Then the cashier said, "Son, there's not enough here"
He searched his pockets frantically
Then he turned and he looked at me
He said Mama made Christmas good at our house
Though most years she just did without
Tell me Sir, what am I going to do,
Somehow I've got to buy her these Christmas shoes"
He took out a few thrones, and counted them. Looking up at the cashier, he almost panicked when the man said it wasn't enough for the shoes. He searched his pockets again. Looking up, he said "I have to get these for my Mama. She gave us all a good Christmas, and went without for us every year. I have get them for her."
"So I laid the money down, I just had to help him out
I'll never forget the look on his face when he said
Mama's gonna look so great"
Feeling really sad now, I counted my thrones. Putting the new 100 throne watch back on the shelf and figuring I could use my old one for another year, I put the the thrones on the counter for the boy.
"Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please
It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time
You see she's been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight"
I hoped his mom would get better, but I really doubted it. I wished the boy the best in the world, and hoped someday he could get off of this planet.
"I knew I'd caught a glimpse of heaven's love
As he thanked me and ran out
I knew that God had sent that little boy
To remind me just what Christmas is all about"
Seeing the money I put on the counter, he looked up at me with such joy and happiness, I knew I did the right thing. I started thinking, maybe this boy was sent down to me to remind me what Christmas is about. Not about money, or possessions. It's about love. And family. I don't know how he could look so happy, when his mother's so sick, but he did. He thanked me with all his heart, and ran out of the store with the shoes. Again, I wished him the best, and hoped he survived this hellhole.
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