• "Is there a purpose? Why are we here?"
    A little boy asked as the yuletide drew near.
    "I really do hope that someday I will know
    the reason we stand out here in the snow,
    ringing this bell as people walk by,
    while thousands of snowflakes
    descend from the sky."

    The mother just smiled at her shivering son
    who would rather be playing and having some fun
    but soon would discover before evening was done
    the meaning of Christmas
    the very first one.

    The young boy exclaimed, "Mother where does it go?"
    "All the pennies we collect - every year in the snow."
    "Why do we do it? Why do we care?"
    "We worked for these pennies,
    so why should we share?"

    "Because once a baby - so meek and so mild
    was born in a manger - so humble the child
    the son of a King - was born in this way
    to give us the message
    He carried that day.

    "The present God gave the world on that night,
    was the gift of his son to make everything right.
    Why did he do it? Why did he care?
    To teach about loving
    and how we should share."

    "The meaning of Christmas, you see my dear son,
    is not about presents or just having fun
    but the gift of a father - his own precious Son
    so the world would be saved
    when his work was all done"

    Now the little boy smiled - with a tear in his eye
    as snowflakes kept falling from out of the sky -
    rang louder the bell as the people walked by
    while down deep in his heart
    at last he knew why.