I am the Christmas Spirit
I enter the home of
poverty,
causing pale-faced children
to open their
eyes wide in pleased wonder.
I cause the miser's
clutched hand to relax,
and thus paint
a bright spot on his soul.
I cause the aged to
renew their youth
and to laugh in
the glad old way.
I keep romance alive
in the heart of childhood,
and brighten sleep with
dreams woven of magic.
I cause eager feet
to climb dark stairways
with filled baskets,
leaving behind hearts
amazed at the
goodness of the world.
I cause the prodigal
to pause a moment on his wild,
wasteful way, and
send to anxious love some little token
that releases glad tears -
tears which wash away
the hard lines of sorrow.
I enter dark prison cells,
reminding scarred manhood of
what might have been,
and pointing forward to
good days yet to come.
I come softly
into the still
, white home of pain,
and lips that are
too weak to speak
just tremble in silent,
eloquent gratitude.
In a thousand ways
I cause the weary world
to look up into the face of God
and for a little moment
forget the things
that are small and wretched.
I am the Christmas Spirit.
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