"Never let someone walk the path alone. Reach out your hand."


The Gift of Christmas

Was the night before Christmas and there’s nothing to eat,
No turkey or ham not even a treat,

The children are snuggled all in one bed,
Dreaming of a dinner they never got fed.

And mom in the kitchen, crying and sad,
Counting out change, this year’s really bad.

And who’s at the door what could be the matter,
It’s a wonderful neighbor with a huge turkey platter.

She brought the potatoes, sweet corn and pie,
There were so many things it made the mom cry.

And who was that who stood close behind her,
It was another neighbor, carrying toys and the cider.

And standing right next to the door she did see,
These very kind people brought a large Christmas tree.

They kissed and they hugged, and they hugged and they kissed,
Her kids will have Christmas she thought they would miss

And out of the window she saw one shinning star,
She knew the blessings of Christmas, was not very far.

She thanked them all kindly, and asked them to join,
Her and the children on a bright Christmas morn.

The gift was a blessing of kindness, you see,
Of food, and of toys, and of one Christmas tree.

It made all the difference to a family with needs,
The spirit of Christmas can be found in good deeds.

By
L. A. Hardt


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