As the children run free,
and the paper flies.
Caring not what becomes,
of the ribbons and ties.

The house is aglow,
with tinsel and lights.
They had taken forever,
up late some nights.

The food you can smell,
aromas everywhere.
The cakes, cookies, and pies,
that were baked with such care.

Smiles on all faces,
during this time of joy.
Some tears of happiness,
as each child played with a toy.

But there was a man,
who sat with a sigh.
And an inner gift,
that money couldn't buy.

He had given of himself,
to a family in need.
To three little children,
who knew no greed.

Christmas would be lost,
along with all they had.
But he had to make sure,
the children weren't sad.

An anonymous donation,
it was a simple thing.
But it made the hearts,
of those children sing.

Now each time life gets tough,
and his faith starts to fade.
He thinks of those children,
and the price they had paid.

He knew the true meaning,
of what Christmas was about.
He will carry it always,
and he will never doubt.