"Is there a
purpose? Why are we here?"
A little boy asked as the yuletide
"I really do hope that someday I will know
reason we stand out here in the snow,
ringing this bell as people
while thousands of snowflakes
descend from the
The mother just smiled at her
who would rather be playing and having some
but soon would discover before evening was done
meaning of Christmas
the very first one.
The young boy exclaimed, "Mother where does
"All the pennies we collect - every year in the
"Why do we do it? Why do we care?"
"We worked for these
so why should we share?"
"Because once a baby - so meek and so
was born in a manger - so humble the child
the son of a
King - was born in this way
to give us the message
"The present God gave the
world on that night,
was the gift of his son to make everything
Why did he do it? Why did he care?
To teach about
and how we should share."
"The meaning of Christmas, you see my dear
is not about presents or just having fun
but the gift of
a father - his own precious Son
so the world would be
when his work was all done"
Now the little boy smiled - with a tear in
as snowflakes kept falling from out of the sky -
louder the bell as the people walked by
while down deep in his
at last he knew why.
Copyright © Tom Krause 2003