'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
"The spirit is low",
Thought the little boy, Clause.
The house was decorated
And the presents were wrapped
But it seemed as though all the anticipation
And the joy had been napped
The feeling that usually welled up from inside
And flooded the house with Christmastime pride
Was replaced with the ghost of happy days past
And on every chilly window a shadow was cast
"What is this?
How can it be?
Is there no one around quite as ready as me?"
The big folks were all just moping around.
They drank and talked low and kept constant a frown.
"But isn't Christmas the most wonderful time?
There is something wrong here lacking reason and rhyme."
So with that thought Clause pulled out his Christmas book
and throughout the pages he carefully did look
In it he saw people who were close together
Who sang Christmas songs in spite of the weather.
And in it he realized the reasons for sadness
And went right off to replace them with gladness.
To his mama he gave the biggest of hugs
and reminded her quitely of his own special love.
To his papa he gave an hour playing a game
and saw the difference-papa was not the same!
Then to his sister he apologized
for things that he'd broken and little white lies.
They all looked at each other, and looked down at him
And saw what he'd done for himself and for them.
Inside and out there came a sense of peace
And the love of the family did doubly increase.
Outside the snow fell, soft and bright
And Clause knew that all was alright.
Then he looked at the presents laid under the tree
and thought to himself,
"All that's needed is me!
And otheres alike who give time to share
And people who stop to show people they care.
For in the midst of jolly good tidings
There are still those who have struggles they're fighting.
What the world needs is a little more love
And a few more smiles, and a touch from above."
And with that said, Merry Christmas to you!
Please don't forget things for others you can do.