I can feel the paper being wrapped over me
It is red and gold with a father Christmas figure
Next I am placed in a post-box
Shiny and red
Drop to the bottom, to greet the hundreds of Christmas cards
A few birthday ones too, 17, 18, 21
On my journey
Through car, plane and postman
I can see the world flashing by
And then the best moment
I am opened in flash
On the morn of December the twenty-fifth
The child screams with delight
And jumps up and down
Saying “Dad’s sent his present from Iraq ”
Mummy smiles and says “I told you he would”
As I know he’s out there
Fighting for out country
I am shaken and prodded
Cuddled and cherished
After all I’m a teddy
And that is my use
To make children smile
When they’re angry or abused
My journey is over
My wish complete
And now I’ll lay on his bed
As he is softly asleep
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