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Image courtesy of Sean Fallon
The boy stands anxiously in line
Money clutched tightly in his hand
As one by one a box is taken from the pile on the counter
And handed to a mother, sister, grandfather, brother, father
He has none of these.
Nearing the front, he leans forward and tries to see if there is one for him
Then a brightly coloured jar catches his eye
It is full of cars, trains, planes and robots
Tucking it under his arm, he walks out smiling
His guardian waits to take him back to the home
Back to where the old toys are cheering