Author's Notes: This story is written post Mirror Image and to the group created storyline called "The Virtual Seasons" found at Al's Place website. In that evolved story, Sam sometimes remembers his family which includes a son and granddaughter at this point. So...go with the flow...and you might like to check out those stories (going into 8th year or 13th season.)
Thanks to "Phantom Leaper" who pointed out the punctuation had gone a bit caca. It should be fixed now.
Note: Tu Amor es mi Corazon means: Your Love is my heart
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I just enjoy playing and sharing the stories and poems.
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A Visit From Sam
Adapted
from
A Visit from Santa Clause by Clement C. Moore
Twas
the night before Christmas
Where Sam leaped again
Into another
life where
He'd have to pretend
He
saw stocking's were hung
By the chimney with care
And wondered
what job he had
Why he was there.
Sam
found children nestled
And snug in their bed
And prayed no
one'd be hurt
That he'd save them instead
His
'wife' was sleeping,
So he looked around
To learn of their
lives
From what could be found
He
checked in 'his' wallet,
His name it was Mike
Then the Imaging
Door opened
Al said "Where's the bike?"
Sam
looked at him staring
Won'dring "What could Al mean?"
Then
Al hit the handlink
And set the whole scene
"Sam,
you're to make sure
The brakes will work right
On the kid's new
bicycle
Make sure they are tight.
'Cause
the story will be
If you don't do your par,
The kid will get
hit
And be killed by a car."
Sam
looked determined
To save that small boy
And he found the bike
box
To his infinite joy.
He
took out the pieces
And set right to his work
In no time he was
finished
Gave the wrench a final jerk.
He
expected to leap out
Right then and right there
But it wasn't
happening
So he sat in the chair.
"So
Al, is it Christmas
There like it's here?"
And he looked
down a moment
To his eyes came a tear
Al
told him "No summer,
It's a hot one today"
Then Sam
looked up,
A request he did say.
"Al,
please do me a favor
This year just for me.
I'd like to leave
presents
Under the tree.
For
my wife and my children
And my granddaughter too
I don't know
when I'll be home
So I'm asking you
For
Donna, a locket
'My Dulcinea' it should say
'Tu Amor es mi
Corazon
From your Sam, faraway.'
For
Stephen, a book
Make it Lord of the Rings
At his age he'd like
storys
Of wizards and kings.
To
my office you'll go
For Sammie Jo's gift
Give my copy of
Brigadoon
Third shelf...or the fifth.
For
Isabella, a stuffed bear
That's appropriate for age
For the
rest of the project,
I'll let you be the gauge."
Al
nodded and promised
He'd do all he could
And he swore to his
friend
They'd be wrapped as they should
Then
Sam wondered again
If he would soon leap
But he was so tired
He
decided to sleep.
Al
left him that way
Cuddled up in the Chair
And went back to the
control room
The list to prepare
When
Sam woke again
He was surprised then to see
He was still
sitting there
Beside that bright tree.
In
his hand was a note
From a Bartender named Al
He couldn't take
with him
But he could read now
It
said 'Thank you, Sam
For all that you do.
I know home's what
you want
And I want that for you.
But
'til then here's my message
'Cause I need you to know
'Merry
Christmas, my friend Sam'
For you're soon to go"
Then
to the fireplace
The note took it's flight
And burned in the
flames there
As Sam leapt out of Sight.