Sharing Of Christmas

There is a Christmas story that I must tell Of a family who were known quite well. They never had much in their lives. They did not have any wealth or fame But they was loved just the same. Two little children, a boy and a girl But they were worth more than any diamonds or pearls. This family shared a bond which You very rarely see, and they had hearts Which were made in heaven And with a smile on their faces 24/7. Many times they were seen with their clothes torn and tattered But for the ones that knew them That did not matter. The little that they had they shared with others For it was something that they did see That they weren’t the only ones living in poverty. They would attend mass every week For comfort and guidance they did seek. They prayed for the blessings from above From the father that they loved. It seemed like every week they had food to spare And with the less fortunate they would share. Then for the holidays he received bad news Either his hours cut or his job he’d lose. He took the cut and retightened his belt This was a heartache like he had never felt. Neighbors heard of his plight and the word spread like torrential rains Upon the neighborhood streets. That he was in dire need, without gifts For his family or even food to eat. He awoke on Christmas day and took Out the meager gifts that he was able to buy And under the tree he put them to lie. His wife and kids awoke and they shared The birth of our savior, who was lying under the tree in his manger. When they heard a knock on their door. He opened the door and a loud scream Pierced his ears. “MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR”. All the neighborhood was at his door With all sorts of gifts and presents galore. “This is for all the times that you helped Others, when they were in need And because of your generosity you planted a seed. You taught us how we should live And that it doesn’t take much to give.” “This has become a tradition that they now share.”