a Knock at the Door

It's Christmas time my dears,

  Time you both were in bed.

Off you go into your trundle beds.

  Here I sit half sick and worried.

I am sick to think there will be,

 No Christmas this year.

With two mouths to feed,

  And no money except for food.

What can I give them,

  Nothing more than milk and dry bread.

There is very little in this house.

  My love can keep them close.

Then at the door a bump was heard,

  A tree had fallen tall and Green.

Ice had formed crystals all over.

  They turned to diamons as they dried.

A star fell and was caught in the top.

Then some goodies fell from the milkey way.

  Upon her door, they hit with little a thud.

A trapper weary of his catch,

  Left half of his catch, just to lighten his load.

That left a bump in the night.

  Presents were left for the little ones, went a ding.

Angels sang out into the night,

  Leaving it all in a music box.

And chimes ramg out in the air.

  A farmer carring vegetables from his stock.

Saying this is way to much for we.

  Sharing half of his load and giving his blessings.

A lady of wealth was on her way home.

  Shopping from one of her sprees.

Left material, several shaws and jackets for the three.

  "Ah!" she though sweetes for the sweets.

Giving a basket of fruit , making her smile with glee.

  This was her tap at their door,

You see Gifts from the heart,

  They are what we must give.

When we have more than enough to live,

  This is when we must open our doors.

How else would another survive.

  With out a knock at the door.