T'was the night before
Christmas and Billy was sad for there was no reason to be happy or
glad. His parents had died leaving him all alone and nobody wanted a boy
who was grown. There were no stockings on
the mantle this year or any hopes that Santa would ever come here. There
were lots of other children just like him. They had food and clothes but
money was thin. This Christmas Eve there
came such a joy and the parlor became crowded with eager young
boys. Townspeople had arrived and when it came time to leave every
child had a present on this Christmas Eve. A pretty woman Billy had seen a few times before
gave him a present and
knelt beside him on the floor. She said she would like him to come live with
her.
It would be his choice to
stay if he should consider.
She told
him, I had a little boy a lot like you but he's with God now and
I'm lonely too. She told him of the home where he would
live and all the nice things that soon could be his. She asked if he would like
to visit for awhile? Billy's face lit up and he started to
smile. It's all been arranged and we can leave tonight. His dream had come
true and it would be alright. Billy had prayed someday he would have a
home and have a family he could call his own. His life was truly
blessed on this Christmas night as he took the woman's hand and held on
tight.