And it came to pass on a Christmas evening, While all the doors were shuttered tight. Outside standing, lonely boy-child, Cold and shivering in the night.
On the street, every window Save but one, was gleaming bright. And to this window, walked the boy-child, Peeking in, saw candle light.
Through other windows he had looked at turkeys, Ducks, geese and cherry pies. But through this window, saw a gray haired lady, Table bare and tears in her eyes.
Into his coat reached the boy-child, Knowing well, there was little there. He took from his pocket, his own Christmas dinner, A bit of cheese, some bread to share.
His outstretched hands held the food and they trembled, As the door, it opened wide. Said he, 'Would you share with me Christmas dinner?' Gently said she, 'Come inside'.
They gray haired lady brought forth to the table, Glasses two, and her last drop of wine. Said she, 'Here's a toast to everyone's Christmas And especially yours and mine'.
And it came to pass on that Christmas Evening, While all the doors were shuttered tight, That, in that town, the happiest Christmas was shared by candle light.
* Written by Paul Stokey *
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