Pot Belly Bear

It is the night of Christmas Eve

And a little boy looks out excitedly

Out of a window looking for a light

As Meema and Poppee will come this night

Oh how he loves them so

They will bring him joy, he knows

They will bring gifts and toys and such That every little boy does love so much

It’s a magical time for boys like this

A time no family wants to miss

As gifts of toys, and clothes and drum

Become treasures for years to come

The light appears and the boys face

Fills with glow as to the door he races

And, so Meema and Poppee arrive with boxes and bags

And gifts with many small name tags

One box stands out among the rest

It grabs the attention of this boy the best

He opens it, this boy of three

And stares again excitedly

In the box a little bear

With flat eyes and short brown hair

The boys picks him up and looks at the face

And wraps his new friend in a warm embrace

”Forever my friend you will be.

We will go everywhere, you and me.”

With a little pot belly and short brown hair

And arms that reached to the boy up there

The boy looks in the bears eyes with deep thought

And says, “I am going to call you Pot.

Because of the perfect round pot belly

It looks like you ate a jar full of jelly.“

The first place they go that night is to bed.

And the boy takes him there each night he rests his head.

They say their prayers eah night, these two

”Pot, I always wanted a friend like you.”

Pot helps the boy sleep through the night.

And the boy teaches Pot how to throw the ball right

And how to build a pillow fort

And love the bear fuzzy and short

He shows the bear how to run real fast

And what it means to be first and last

How to give the very best hugs

And how to chase down little bugs.

And how to run and play in the dirt

He even lets Pot wear his favorite shirt.

Oh the journeys they take together

No matter how far or what the weather

They climb dirt piles and climb the trees

They ride pirate ships and sail the seas.

The go on adventures in the woods

And build bird houses out of wood

The swing and frolic and romp about

They cheer with glee and jump and shout.

The boys tells secrets to his faithful bear

As they lay under the stars without a care

They play for days and days without end

This little boy and his fuzzy friend.

They play so hard that Pot’s eyes fall off.

And ears and fuzz and nose and stuff

But each night they go to bed and those things are gone

They awake the next morning and they are soon back on.

They broke apart as the friends played hard

But love always fixed the broken parts

Time will pass and as boys do

He gets taller and needs new shoes

He also makes new friends too

And Pot is soon left behind so blue

Where did his little boy go

And why did he have to grow?

Why did he have to leave Pot here

And leave his fuzzy friend in tears

The days pass by and become years

The boy comes and goes with laughs and cheers

The boy moves on to other things

No hugs for Pot does any days bring

And new friends also come in and out

But Pot will have to do without

For now the boy is getting old

But Pot’s little heart never grows cold

He watches the boy and keeps his eyes

On his boy he cherishes more than prize

Ever since the day he saw the light

When a little boy opened with great delight

But one day there is light at the door

Pot would love nothing more

Than to be held once again

By his special boy and friend

The boy comes in with a special date

They talk and laugh and stay up late

Just like the boy and Pot would do

In days gone by, the precious two

The girl she stays and the boy soon goes

Leaving the only home that Pot knows

And the boy stays gone for the longest time

Oh how Pot misses his boy so fine.

In the distance wedding bells

And Pot is alone with no one to tell

He wonders has his boy forgotten him

After all the play and prayers and gym

More time goes, Pot is still there

Wondering does anyone care

About this old forgotten bear

Oh what great love the two did share

Then one day, a welcome delight

The boy appears in plain sight

And reaches out with his two hands

And grabs up Pot to hold again

This boy so big and very tall

Grabs the fuzzy friend from when he was small

And again a warm sweet embrace

The boy looks into the fuzzy little face

Of his first friend he ever had

The got him through days of good and the bad

The boy says “Pot, I never forgot you

Or all the nights you got me through

Or all the games we used to play

And how we were together all night and day.

But now meet my wife. Her name is Kate.”

It was the girl that was his date.

”Pot was always my favorite toy.

All the time I was a little boy.

But, Pot, now I have a surprise for you.

Kate and I have a little boy too”

And much to Pot’s great delight

The boy carries Pot home wrapped up tight.

In a box with a bow.

He could be scared, but, Pot, he knows

Early on this Christmas Day

As boxes opened and paper thrown away

A little boy with joy on his face

Picks Pot up in a warm embrace

” You are my favorite bear I ever did see.

Forever my fuzzy friend you will be.

We will run and play all afternoon

And even when the sun gives way to the moon.“

Pot’s heart is full and his fur is warm

As a new boy holds on throughout the storm.

A whole new life of expectations

Passed on to the next generation

Joy on both sides will be brought on

From a fuzzy friend who was never forgotten.

The joy that was in years gone by

Is once again with this new little guy

And Pot’s face once again has a smile

This bear who was there all the while

And will be there for the next to come

When this boy has his own soon

Love and joy once again

For a little boy and his fuzzy friend.