Mom and Dad never had to let us know me were poor,
During Christmas we never had a wreathe hanging from our door,
We never had a decorated Chrisrmas tree filled with colorful lights,
Santa never comes so we always slept soundly through Christmas night,
Every Year our freinds would have gifts that brought them so much joy, But we would have nothing, not one single present or Toy,
I asked Dad why Santa never comes our way, Why we never hear dear hoofs upon our roof or the suprise of Christmas Day,
My Fathers eyes filled up with tears as he tried to explain our Christmas Years,
He picked me up into his arms then held me tight, then said "maybe it will be different this Christmas night".
That night when dad put me to bed he said "I love you so much", then kissed my forehead,
I could hear him in the next room saying a prayer, He asked for God to Show this family some cheer,
I heard him ask for a job to help pay for the bills, then I heard him pray to help find a cure for my sick brother Will,
Then I heard him wimper a couple words"Show me a Sign", then he cried like a baby for a long time,
I felt sad for my dad as my dad never cries, I needed to help him so I opened my window up wide,
I thought maybe he needed his prayers to come true to make him happy so hes not feeling blue,
So on with my pants, my gloves and a shirt, then I put on my shoes that were tight and always hurt,
Then I grabbed my jacket that was once my brother Wills, then out through the window where I felt the night chill,
I ran down to the church where the door was always open, people were always welcome except for those who were smoking,
I walked down between the benches till the Cross of Gold was above my head, then I heard the old pastor ask "young lad Why our you out of your bed"?
I turned and looked and he stood tall covered in a black dress, he must have just woke as his hair was a mess,
"Ive come to pray for my father who has lost his way", I asked him about Christmas and he cried as he prayed,
Why Does he cry during this Christmas Eve, it's a time to celebrate the birth of Christ for those who believe,
I asked about Santa, Presents and gifts, I wondered why every year that our tree is still missed,
No presents,no toys, no stockings filled and overflowing, these I questioned as I thought they were worth knowing,
The tall man had a tear trickle down from his eye, he used his gown to wipe them dry,
Have you not had a toy year after year, a bike, some candy to bring you some holiday cheer,
"No Sir", Santa never comes bye, we must not be good kids, then the man again started to cry,
Son, Children are all good in a fathers eyes and it is only when times get tough that can make a grown man cry,
We will pray together under the cross, and don't worry about your father because all is not lost,
For this is Christmas where Miracles come true, the spirit will listen before are prayers are all through,
So they both prayed under the cross which shined of gold, brilliantly we watched as the cross glowed,
"Go home now and get yourself to sleep", off you go now and count yourself some sheep,
I ran off down through the snow filled street, through my open window and climbed under my sheets,
My eyes soon closed as soon as I lay in the bed, as soon as the pillow compforted my head,
That evening Miracles were being worked, the pastor called all he knew that attended his church,
By Morning we woke to a banging at our door, it was a delivery boy from one of the local stores,
My dad stood at the door and said "I'm sorry but you have the wrong address, the delivery boy looked at the address and said "No this is the correct address, sign here by the X,
"I cant afford anything", the paper work must be wrong, and thats when we heard the carrolers singing a Christmas song,
"Children come here", dad screamed aloud, look at all the people and look at the crowd.
What is this asked my father as tears of joy showered down, "Sir, this looks to me like everyone in town",
They all sung songs loudly with love bringing gifts of all sorts, more then enough,
Then a man in a suit walked up to my dad, Your a lucky man so theres no need to be sad,
This is Christmas and today your wishes come true, You can start work next week after your celebration is through,
That day I saw many people cry, but these were tears of love and Joy, the spirit of Christmas was on the rise,
My prayer was answered as I asked for just one thing, "A sign for my dad, a sign from our Savior and King"
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