@NaturalBornTraveller said in #19:
> Once upon a time in December, when Pushwood was nine.
> Christmas was coming up and the world was all jolly and fine.
>
> The young boy was building a snowman in the park, when he happened to overhear his parents talk.
>
> "Pushwood has grown and can't fit his old clothes."
> "Christmas is near, we could gift him a new suit, I suppose?"
>
> Much to young Pushwood's dismay, because he didn't want a soft present on Christmas day.
>
> Walking home the young Pushwood was visibly sad, but he did not whine.
> Not even as they walked passed the bicycle shop sign.
>
> Somehow his parents must have seen his silent grief, and they didn't want a sad child on Christmas Eve.
>
> Come Christmas they surprised him with a gift so thoughtful.
> He leaped up and hugged them both so warm and heartful.
After that you would see every day
The young Pushwood cycling across the small town
Completely naked, as fast as he may
Because no clothes that fit and a racer bike did he own.
> Once upon a time in December, when Pushwood was nine.
> Christmas was coming up and the world was all jolly and fine.
>
> The young boy was building a snowman in the park, when he happened to overhear his parents talk.
>
> "Pushwood has grown and can't fit his old clothes."
> "Christmas is near, we could gift him a new suit, I suppose?"
>
> Much to young Pushwood's dismay, because he didn't want a soft present on Christmas day.
>
> Walking home the young Pushwood was visibly sad, but he did not whine.
> Not even as they walked passed the bicycle shop sign.
>
> Somehow his parents must have seen his silent grief, and they didn't want a sad child on Christmas Eve.
>
> Come Christmas they surprised him with a gift so thoughtful.
> He leaped up and hugged them both so warm and heartful.
After that you would see every day
The young Pushwood cycling across the small town
Completely naked, as fast as he may
Because no clothes that fit and a racer bike did he own.