A small miracle at the shopping mall
A Christmas Message
Christmas time has come back to the city once again.
Shopping malls ring with the songs of merry gentlemen.
Men in Santa suits are list’ning to the girls and boys
On their best behavior rattling off their lists of toys.
Parking lots all overflow with cars of every kind.
Eager folks flood into stores with presents on their mind.
Competition’s more than brisk for items that are rare.
Greediness fills fragrant, piney-scented Christmas air.
In the midst of all of this, three ragged little boys
Stare with eyes of longing at three little plastic toys.
Sadly does their mother watch; a tear falls from her eye.
Checking in her purse again, there’s not enough to buy
A single toy, not two, not three, this Christmas will be bare ...
No presents underneath a tree, which also won’t be there.
Out of the crowd a man steps forth, he bows and asks, "May I?"
He takes her hand and presses in more than enough to buy
A little tree, three toys and also food enough to feed
Three growing lads so very, very desperately in need.
He steps away; her voice of thanks is drowned out by the crowd.
Yet does he hear another voice, not nearly quite as loud.
He turns to greet the speaker, but there is no person there ...
Only a Christmas message wafting through the Christmas air;
It’s just a whisper in his mind, but clear as it can be:
"What you have done here for these children, you have done for Me."