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Show ((e fly &viu'e flan coM SECOND PRIZE POEM The snow, white like an angel's robe, fell gently 'bout my feet. I walked with breathless merriment merri-ment down a gaily lighted street The Christmas Spirit filled my heart, while I watched folk come and go; And 'mid the crowd I saw a child, trembling and so slow. His legs were bare; his coat was thin; and, he looked so shy and coy. I knew, though he seemed alone, he was someone's little boy. Standing now by a Santa Claus all dressed in red and white, I . heard the little fellow's shouts ring joyfully through the night. "Oh, mother, see, there's Santy Claus. May I run and say hello?" "Well, my dear," his mother answered answ-ered when he started to go, "He cannot bring you much this year. There's so little to go around." Then, much to my amazement, he smiled instead of frowned. "I understand, my mommy dear, and I really don't feel bad; Because I know the toys he gives will make some feller glad." Well, then she squeezed his tiny hand, and they walked up to Saint Nick. He greeted them with a smile and cheer that really did the trick, For that simple thing made a child's heart to leap and sing with joy. A child unselfish and good inside, who was someone's little boy. And so the snow was falling as they walked away from me, Never nowing they had an admirer, admir-er, who had heard and stopped stop-ped to see; And the star that shown so clearly clear-ly in the heavens up above Was shining like a beacon for the God of Peace and Love. |