'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 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.
