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Show True Christmas Joy By II. Henry Webster (Deceased brother of Mrs. Annette Betenson, Cedar City) Turns the day before Christmas, a long time ago, And this beautiful earth was all covered with snow, Down the street with their sleds came two young boys Who paused at a window to look at the toys. Already two others were there looking in Hut their faces were sad and their clothes old and thin, And the little one said, "Is it because we're so poor That Santa don't come to our house any more?" The older one patted the wee brother's head And hugged him up closly as softly he said, "Oh, maybe he will come tonight little Jim, 1 we ask in our prayers for the Lord to send him." The little face smiled but the boys saw a tear In the eyes of the one who had soothed little Jim's fear. Then slowly and sadly the waifs went their way To the place they called home where that night they would pmy. " 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 41 I'll share with these boys what Santa brings me." When the boys reached their home to their father they ran And eagerly told him their. unselfish plan. He was proud of his boys who now felt the same love That had brought our Dear Savior from heaven above. Next morning, still filled with their beautiful thought, They scampered down stairs to see what Santa had brought; And they with the help of their father and mother Selected the presents for Jim and his brother. And as the first light of the dawn came in view 'The two wended 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 home to their own Christmas joys, They could not even dream how the other two boys Qn finding that Santa had really been there, Sent their joys to the one who had answered their prayer That night when the "Santas" were ready for bed, : Witk a hand of their father on each curly head, They knew as they thought of two poor happy boys, . What's ihe truest and choicest of all Christmas joys. |