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"A WARM RECEPTION"
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It happened on one Christmas Eve, and one I'll ne'er forget;
while watching news on my TV, I lit a cigarette;
and on the coffee table stands an empty whiskey flask,
and I was holding in my hands an empty drinking glass.
The children all had gone to sleep, and I stayed up because..
I had to place beneath the tree the gifts from Santa Claus.
Then there I sat when all was done and everything complete,
I thought about tomorrow's fun when all our family meet.
So here was I in restful pose and puffing cigarettes,
and in my thoughts I closed my eyes to take a little rest.
Then I suppose I went to dose, and dropped the cigarette.
It fell into the sofa chair and fire began to set.
Smoke was rising everywhere and I began to fret!
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Then suddenly a burst of flames and overhead they flew
and I could see the fires go higher into the walls they blew.
They lept and swept and flickered bright in crimson, gold and red,
and lapped the drapes that once were white,
now blackened rags instead!
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And up they soared in violent roar and spun a vicious core;
and in and out and 'round about then back down to the floor.
And up they scooped and down they swooped
the ash and embers there;
with sparks so bright with orange and white, they set the room aglare.
An' all around a sizzling sound, as flames came hotter still,
and plumes of smoke joined in the stoke, to finish off the kill.
Black and charred and badly scarred, where flames engulfed the scene,
the room was razed in hell-like blaze- like only hell has seen!
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'twas like I'm glued I could not move, like mummies as they lie,
and I am caught in dreadful thought: "Am I about to die?
For here I choke from all this smoke, and bound to bid goodbye.
Is this the way I have to pay for all my worldly sin;
like smoking packs of cigarettes and drinking wine or gin?
Oh yes, oh yes, it must be true, My God, what have I done?
To be so rude and careless too, in what I thought was fun.
"No more dear God, I cried outloud, please help me get through this;
for I will nevermore allow myself to know abyss.
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And then I heard a knock and cries:
"Daddy, Daddy , please get up, the door is locked inside,
we want to get what Santa left and open up our prize".
Now why on earth would they say that when smoke or fire is seen?
The truth is- I'd been asleep... and it's all been just a dream!
When I awoke and realized, what really could have been,
I prayed to God whom I confied, I'll not do that again!
But I learned a lesson you can bet, that it does not pay to drink,
or smoke some nasty cigarette, that leads you to the brink.
What a day to stop and pray; let love and goodwill thrive;
on this gorgeous Christmas Day, It's great to be alive!
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Story And Verse By William E. Hardison (c)
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