This has been my favorite Christmas poem for as as long as I can remember. Enjoy it!<\/p>\n
True Christmas Joy ‘Twas the day before Christmas, a long time ago Already two others were there looking in; When the two reached their home, to their father they ran, And as the first light of dawn came into view, This has been my favorite Christmas poem for as as long as I can remember. Enjoy it! True Christmas Joy Tennett Morrell ‘Twas the day before Christmas, a long time ago And our beautiful earth was all covered with snow; Down the street with their sleighs came two manly boys, Who paused at the window […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daily-life","category-random"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.ernstrom.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.ernstrom.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.ernstrom.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.ernstrom.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.ernstrom.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=17"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blog.ernstrom.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.ernstrom.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=17"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.ernstrom.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=17"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.ernstrom.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=17"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/strong>Tennett Morrell<\/p>\n
\nAnd our beautiful earth was all covered with snow;
\nDown the street with their sleighs came two manly boys,
\nWho paused at the window to look at the toys.<\/p>\n
\nBut their faces were sad, and their clothes old and thin.
\nAnd the little one said, “Is it because we’re so poor
\nThat Santa doesn’t come to our house anymore?”
\nThe older one patted his wee brother’s head,
\nAnd hugged him up closely, as softly he said:
\n“Oh, maybe he will come tonight, little Tim,
\nIf we ask in our prayers for the Lord to send him!”
\nThe little face smiled, but the boys saw a tear
\nIn the eye of the one who quelled little Tim’s fear.
\nThen slowly and sadly the waifs went their way
\nTo the place they called home, where that night they would pray.
\nThe boys, with their sleighs, followed closely behind,
\nAnd neither one spoke, but in each childish mind
\nA beautiful thought said as plain as can be:
\n“I’ll share with those poor boys what Santa brings me.”<\/p>\n
\nAnd eagerly told him their unselfish plan.
\nHe was proud of his boys, who now felt that same love
\nThat sent our dear Savior from His home above.
\nNext morning, still thrilled with their beautiful thought,
\nThey scampered downstairs to see what Santa brought,
\nAnd they, with the help of their father and mother,
\nSelected the presents for Tim and his brother.<\/p>\n
\nThe two went their way with toys bright and new,
\nAnd crept very quietly up to the door
\nWhere they’d seen the boys enter the evening before.
\nAs they hurried back home toward their own Christmas joys,
\nThey could not even dream how the other two boys,
\nOn finding that Santa had really been there,
\nSent their joy to the One who had answered their prayer.
\nThat night, when the “Santas” were ready for bed,
\nWith a hand of their father on each curly head,
\nThey knew, as they thought of two poor, happy boys,
\nWhat’s the truest and choicest of all Christmas joys.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"