The Christmas Pumpkin
Forlorn and lonely, it sat by the door,
The Halloween Pumpkin, needed no more.
Once a beacon of light for all of the children,
Now just a squash, tired and bewildered.
As Christmas approached, it was surely forgotten,
Most certainly mouldy and probably rotten.
But one little boy who loved Halloween so much,
Spied the pumpkin and couldn’t resist a touch.
One day on Alex’s stroll back from the park,
He crept up to the door, just before it got dark.
Intrigued by the pumpkin left out day and night,
it’s orange aura shone in the dusky dim light.
Reaching out with his fingers to poke the soft flesh,
Alex assumed it was spoilt and not fresh.
Yet, surprisingly it was hard, not squishy at all,
Still perfectly shaped, and as round as a ball.
All of a sudden an idea sparked in Alex’s brain,
He’d save it from the frost, the snow and the rain.
He’d take it back home and revive it once more,
He’d not leave it lonely and forlorn by the door.
Unzipping his backpack, he popped it straight in,
Then ran all the way home with his rescue pumpkin.
Back in the warm, he stared in wonder,
Of pumpkins, Alex could not be more fonder.
So to work Alex set, gathering all he could find
To make this pumpkin the Christmassy kind.
He stuffed it with fairy lights, sparkly and bright,
A new beacon of light for Santa that night.
In Alex’s window, it took pride of place,
With tinsel and glitter now adorning its face.
No longer forlorn but still kind of alone,
Alex didn’t want the pumpkin to be on its own.
Then another idea popped into Alex’s head,
So he raced down stairs; into the kitchen he sped.
Flinging open the door, the larder he raided,
For all of the veggies slightly outdated.
Then back to his room, Alex carried his hoard,
Now his pumpkin would be happy, loved and adored.
Next to the pumpkin Alex propped up a swede,
Then a carrot, potato and a sprinkle of peas.
He added some sprouts and some kale to the sill,
A courgette, some parsnips and a turnip until...
Surrounded by friends, the pumpkin felt contented,
He was grateful to Alex for being so inventive.
Whoever had heard of a Christmas pumpkin?
Now he felt special- he was really something!
No longer just spooky, creepy and eerie,
This pumpkin was merry, joyful and cheery.
On Christmas Eve night, just before bed,
Alex patted the pumpkin, and in its ear said:
“I’m so glad I found you, you’re the best present ever!”
And the pumpkin replied, “You’re my best friend forever.”
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