“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 stand out here in the snow,
ringing this bell as people walk by,
while thousands of snowflakes
descend from the sky.”
The mother just smiled at her shivering son
who would rather be playing and having some fun
but soon would discover before 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.”
“Why do we do it? Why do we care?”
“We worked for these pennies,
so why should we share?”
“Because once a 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
to give us the message
He carried that day.
“The present God gave 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 about loving
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
at last he knew why.