"Is there a purpose? Why are we here?" A little boy asked as the yuletide drew near.
"I really do hope that someday I will know The reason we have to stand out here in the snow, Ringing this bell as people walk by, While thousands of snowflakes fall from the sky."
The mother just smiled at her shivering son, Who would rather be playing and having some fun He soon would find out before the evening was done The meaning of Christmas, the very first one.
The young boy exclaimed, "Mother where does it go? All the pennies we collect - every year in the snow." "They go to help others who can't help themselves," She said, "... children and their loved ones who have nothing else." "But why do we do it? Why do we care? We worked for these pennies, why should we share?"
"Because once a little baby - so meek and so mild was born in a manger - so humble the child. The son of a King - was born in this way, So the world could have the gift that He brought on that day."
"You see the present God gave to the world on that night, Was the gift of His Son to make everything right." "Why did he do it? Why did he care?" "To teach us of love and how we should share."
"The meaning of Christmas, you see my dear son, Is not about presents or just having fun; But the gift of a Father - His own Precious Son, So the world would be saved when His work was all done."
Now the little boy smiled, with a tear in his eye, As snowflakes kept falling from out of the sky - Rang louder the bell as the people walked by While down deep in his heart he now knew why. © 2003 - Tom Krause