Lonely at Christmas

He woke up early
As he did every day
Put on his boots
And walked to the park
Finding an empty bench
He sat down pensively

A strong wind sent
His cap into the sky
He watched it rising up
With a very resigned sigh
But luck was on his side
It dropped right beside him

He must have dozed off
As he did not realise
That a partner had joined
Him on the bench lying
As close to him as possible
It was a fluffy white pup

Spontaneously he patted it
The little dog responded by
Lovingly licking his hand
The old man muttered
A prayer thanking God
For sending him a friend

Christmas would now be
Less lonely for him
With a dog to share
His piece of turkey
A small treat from his son
Who could not visit him.