A CHARLIE JOE JACKSON HOLIDAY POEM
December 20, 2013
Twas the night before Christmas, and the library was quiet
When suddenly there rose a terrible riot
A boy did emerge at the elevator bank
Hollering, “Soon the children will have me to thank!”
This boy had three names, and one goal in mind
To grab all the books he could possibly find
But would he give them away to other girls and boys?
“No! Absolutely not!” he bellowed with a terrible noise
No, his plan was not to get kids to read every day
But to take all the books and toss them away
“That’s a true present!” he yelled, discarding all he could find
“No more of these books to waste all our time!”
But then he turned a corner and saw with a fright
A young girl reading by a dimly lit light
She was laughing and smiling and a glow lit her face
He suddenly had to get out of that place!
But before he could run, she noticed him there.
“Tell me your name, please,” she asked with a stare.
“I’d rather not say,” he said, “the answer is no.”
But as she looked at him he heard himself say, “Charlie Joe.”
Then before he knew it he was taking a seat.
“What are you reading?” he asked. “Is it neat?”
“Oh it’s wonderful, just like all books!” the little girl said.
“And just like you!” she added, making his face turn red.
“What’s your name?” he finally asked, with a smile.
“Why, it’s Katie Friedman,” she said, “and has been for a while.”
“The holidays are my favorite time of year!” she went on to say.
“So many books, I could sit here all day!”
And as they sat, and she read him a story.
He realized that books really did have a kind of glory.
You can lose yourself in one, find yourself in another.
Share them with friend and sister and mother.
Finally, the moon rose above the city street
They shook hands and he said, “I’m so glad we did meet.”
He gathered all the books he had tossed out of sight
And as he gave them to children, their smiles were brighter than bright.
Then he went home and found a book of his own under the tree
He opened it up with a special kind of glee
Then Charlie Joe read “A visit from St. Nick” over and over until morn
Yay for Christmas! Another reader is born.