BY (REV.) JOSEPH C. BOOTH.
'T is Christmas Eve! The "kiddies" are asleep
In bed; they tried their best to keep awake,
But, lo, they are in dreamland. For their sake
The parents, shepherd-like, long vigils keep;
With Christmas cheer the biggest stockings heap
To bursting point. See them with laughter shake,
As they anticipate their offspring take
Their stockings down and with loud gladness leap!
But, what of them whose Christmas prospects are
Obscure—the hopeless children of the poor?
No stocking hangs for them, nor mystic star;
No Christmas tree to adorn their rugless floor.
God gave His Son! What shall our offering be?
May Jesus say: "Ye've done it unto Me!"
Troy Times. December 24, 1921: 3 col 1.
Christopher K. Philippo