The Story
of Timmy The Teapot
by Bill
Rist
Long, long ago in a shop in a town.
Was
a store full of treasures,
Some lost and some found.
If
you walked in that shop,
You’d see old things galore.
Stacked up on tables, on shelves and the
floor.
You’d see cabinets and chairs,
Old
toys and old games.
Old
tools and old pans, and some things you can’t
name.
The
store was packed full,
With stuff piled on the floor,
Why
I bet if you tried, you couldn't fit more!
And
people, yes people the old and the young,
Came to dig through these
treasures.
Now
isn’t that fun?
They’d come to this shop and wander
around,
And
exclaim with delight, when a treasure was
found.
To
the counter they’d take it,
To
be wrapped with care
And
away it would fly to a new home
somewhere.
In
the back of this shop, on a shelf slightly
rotten,
Sat
stuff so it seemed, that most folks had
forgotten.
If
it had a dent, or a scratch or was cracked just a
bit,
To
this shelf it was taken, to sit, sit, sit,
sit.
And
high on this shelf that smelled slightly
musty,
Sat
Timmy the Teapot and boy was he dusty!
He's a good teapot but he'd had a bad
break,
For
you see he was placed on this shelf by
mistake!
And
he’d been there for years on that shelf all
alone.
No
owner he had,
No
house and no home.
If
Timmy could talk I bet he would say,
That he dreamed of having an owner
someday.
For
a teapot can never be happy you see,
Unless loved by a person like you or like
me.
One
day in December in that store, in that
town,
Came a little old man, quite jolly and
round.
He
looked at the treasures all over the shop,
Joy
filled his face, from bottom to top.
With a grin on his lips, he ran round and
he bought,
Just about everything, or so Timmy
thought.
Timmy could see the small man,
He
could see his wide grin.
Oh
why couldn’t that man turn around and see
him?
Then the little man turned as quick as an
elf,
He
turned and he walked back towards Timmy’s
shelf.
And
straight as an arrow flies when it is shot,
He
looked right at Timmy and then, you know
what?
He
picked Timmy up, and not making a sound,
But
holding Timmy's lid tightly, turned Timmy top side
down.
With his finger, the man rubbed off layers of dust.
He
did this with care, he was a man you could
trust.
When he'd looked Timmy over, from handle to
spout,
The
man shocked poor little Timmy by giving a
shout!
"Oh
my!" said the man, "Imagine my luck!"
"A
Genuine Hall, ....and for only a buck!"
The
man held Timmy up, and then what did he
do?
He
said to the shopkeeper, “I’ll take this
too!”
Timmy was wrapped, and placed in the little man's sack,
Which was carried
with ease on the little man's back.
Outside Timmy went, for the first time in
years,
If
Timmy had eyes, they would've filled up with
tears.
And
later that day, or should I say night,
Timmy was treated to a wonderful
sight.
When out of the little mans sack Timmy
came,
and
the little man smiled, and called Timmy by
name!
(The little man, if you don’t already
know,
Was
Santa... the man with the sleigh and the
snow!)
He
washed Timmy carefully, and shined him up
bright.
and
spoke to his elves with whole hearted
delight.
With a smile in his voice, and his eyes filled with
joy,
“It’s just like the one I had when I was a
boy!”
A
new place for Timmy, and this isn’t a
fable,
Timmy's new home was upon Santa’s table.
Not
to just sit, on a shelf all alone,
But
to be loved by someone, Timmy finally had a
home!
But
what really filled Timmy with happiness and
glee.
Was
later than night, Santa filled him with
tea!
Merry Christmas Everyone!
Bill | 
