True
Christmas Joy
- 'Twas the day before Christmas, a long time ago
- And our beautiful earth was all covered with snow;
- Down the street with their sleighs came two manly boys,
- Who paused at the window to look at the toys.
- Already two others were there looking in;
- But their faces were sad, and their clothes old and thin.
- And the little one said, "Is it because we're so poor
- That Santa doesn't come to our house anymore?"
- The older one patted his wee brother's head,
- And hugged him up closely, as softly he said,
- "Oh, maybe he will come tonight, little Tim,
- If we ask in our prayers for the Lord to send him."
- The little face smiled, but the boys saw a tear
- In the eye of the one who quelled little Tim's fear.
- Then slowly and sadly the waifs went their way
- To the place they called home, where that night they would pray.
- The boys, with their sleighs, followed closely behind,
- And neither one spoke, but in each childish mind
- A beautiful thought said as plain as could be:
- "I'll share with those poor boys what Santa brings me."
- When the two reached their home, to their father they ran,
- And eagerly told him their unselfish plan.
- He was proud of his boys, who now felt that same love
- That sent our dear Savior from His Home above.
- Next morning, still thrilled with their beautiful thought,
- They scampered downstairs to see what Santa had brought,
- And they, with the help of their father and mother,
- Selected the presents for Tim and his brother.
- And as the first light of dawn came into view
- The two went their way with the toys bright and new,
- And crept very quietly up to the door
- Where they'd seen the boys enter the evening before.
- As they hurried back home toward their own Christmas joys,
- They could not even dream how the other two boys,
- On finding that Santa had really been there,
- Sent their joy to the One who had answered their prayer.
- That night, when the "Santas" were ready for bed,
- With a hand of their father on each curly head,
- They knew, as they thought of two poor, happy boys,
- What's the truest and choicest of all Christmas joys.
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- Jennett Morrell
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