Young Wicklam was a fairy sprite
Born one bright and starlit night
But unlike those in Fairy Wood
Young Wicklam liked to do no good
Instead he liked to play mean jokes
On all the other fairy folks
He’d taunt them all and play mean tricks
Like cutting off their candle wicks
Or putting pepper in their stews
And chocolate pudding in their shoes
He caused the fairies so much grief
They begged his parents for relief
His father tried to give his son
A tailor’s trade that he’d begun
But though he learned the tailor’s trade
A single stitch was never made
One final time his father pled
For him to change the life he led
He gave Wicklam a gift so bold
A needle made of purest gold
But Wicklam never gave him thanks
And kept on playing foolish pranks
He angered all the fairies there
And went about without a care
Beyond the edge of Fairy Wood
A little run down cottage stood
And there a widowed farmer dwelled
With a little girl whose love he held
While out in search of fun one day
Wicklam spied the girl at play
She had a little dolly dear
And spoke to it with Wicklam near
“Dolly you’re my dearest friend
I’ll love you ‘til the very end
My Mommy put her love inside
And left you here before she died”
As Wicklam watched some boys came by
And stole her doll to make her cry
The little crying girl gave chase
As they began to run and race
All of them pulled on the toy
A piece was grabbed by ev’ry boy
The little doll was torn apart
It broke the small girl’s tiny heart
The boys all shrugged then off they fled
Just laughing at the tears she shed
Her father heard her as she cried
And saw the doll there at her side
He saw the pieces on the ground
And knew that no hope could be found
The best of tailors could not mend
The remnants of his daughter’s friend
Without the doll the farmer knew
His daughter would be very blue
He put the pieces of the doll
Into the trash beside the wall
Tomorrow would be Christmas day
And so the girl began to pray
Between her prayers the babe would weep
And finally cried herself to sleep
Wicklam watched and then he felt
Something that caused his heart to melt
While listening to the small girl cry
He felt a tear fall from his eye
He stood beside the cottage wall
And looked at pieces of the doll
He took each shred and bit of foam
And quickly sped back to his home
Back home the little fairy took
The golden needle from its nook
And without pause began to sew
Just why? Perhaps we’ll never know
But other fairies watched in awe
As a masterpiece of art they saw
For none had seen such skill displayed
Like Wicklam’s golden needle made
The tattered cloth became anew
As back and forth his fingers flew
Stitches sewn with golden thread
Had soon repaired the dolly’s head
A piece of rainbow sewn in streaks
Put radiant glow upon its cheeks
The golden needle flashed and then
A smile was sewn across its chin
The little dress that was in shreds
Was soon repaired with stardust threads
As sweat poured off young Wicklam’s face
He trimmed the dress with moonlight lace
All through the night the fairy sewed
As through his fingers magic flowed
Every stitch was put in place
With skillful hands and perfect grace
Then just before the dawn had neared
A perfect piece of work appeared
Where once a pile of rags had been
A beautiful doll now sat again
All trimmed in gold and moonlight lace
A warming smile upon its face
With bits of starlight in its hair
It sparkled in the morning air
Then all the fairies gathered near
Began to jump about and cheer
Then Wicklam took his work of art
And quickly readied to depart
He placed the doll next to the bed
Of the little girl with a note that said:
My darling child, this gift of love
Was sent from Mommy up above
In Fairyland that Christmas morn
A little miracle was born
And when a heart requires a lift
They think of Wicklam’s Christmas gift
And in that cottage still and small
A young girl hugs a special doll
She wears a smile so bright and fair
The answer to a Christmas prayer
Author notes
(Very Long)
A contest entry
- Cheer me up by Lady Wildheart.
437 points, ended October 20, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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awwww this is so sweet! I absolutely adored it!
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im running out of things to say to you. This reads so smoothly and is seemingly flawless in flow. This alone could make one heck of a childrens book! Gosh I surely do enjoy reading you!
huggles
Lena -
"cutting off their candle wicks" Now that is a cruel thought! It seems to set up an anticipation of more evil tricks to follow, yet as verse follows verse you unfold a marvellous old-fashioned christmas tale.
Wonderful!
Being an uncouth Brit my tongue stutters on a few of your rhymes such as doll - wall - small or then - chin and been - again but it gives me a chance to practice accents I so rarely hear in these parts of the world and to appreciate the diversity.
A fine piece for the gift season.
All the best
Jim
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Stunning write. Touching story, penned so beautifully.
One minor spelling error I believe:
The little dress that was in "shreads"
Should be "shreds"
Other than that, this is flawless!!
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Whatta Tear Jerker!!!
Hello Steve,
You have truly outdone yourself with this Christmas masterpiece! I am still choked up with tears of joy and have a big knot in my throat
This is by far the best poem of yours to date that I have read! The story behind it was awesome, and the rhyme,flow, and meter were fabuously flawless! Needless to say, this masterpiece was a joy to read! Thank you for sharing some of your Christmas spirit with us.
Keep up the great work!Best of luck in the contest.
Merry Christmas to you and yours,
Don
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Awesome!
You my friend are a poet indeed. This is a very beautiful piece of work. I usually have a very short attention span, but this kept me reading until the end. It goes to show us that no matter how hard-hearted we may be, the spirit of Christmas will always intervene and soften our hearts to make a difference in the hearts around us. Your friend in Poetry, Mysty Rain
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A Masterful Piece
I don't know if it is the length but I feel I've been through an epic journey to which I saw with eye thr display of your talent through your masterful piece of literarature.
Great job!
-Keep the ink flowing!
-Rogue Poet
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Magical
Superb flow as usual, but not your normal rhyming skill. I noted 3 or 4 half-rhymes.
Still, I'm being pedantic as usual.
have 3 bananas.
R
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This was so touching, I am completely speechless. There is nothing that should be changed about this, it is perfect. Such a touching story, I am in awe. You never cease to amaze me.
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