Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and
to keep oneself from being polluted by the world. James 1:27 (NIV)

Twas the night before Christmas and she lived all alone

In a rent controlled house, not much did she own

I was carolling with friends when she welcomed us in

A lonely old widow, stooped, frail and thin

I looked all about, it was surprising to see

No presents, no decor, not even a tree

No stocking by mantle, no flickering lights

No fire in the hearth, no scrumptious delights

With a lump in my throat, I started to sing

“Away in a Manger” It was the best we could bring

When we finished the song there was a tear in her eye

We made for the door, I wanted to cry

But holding it in, I went on my way

It was the season of joy, yet I felt dark dismay

Then a voice in my spirit, a Word from above

“Why are you downcast? Show her My love”

So away to the shops I flew in a flash

To buy tinsel and turkey, I gladly paid cash

And back to her home with a smile on my face

A box full of goodies to bring her Christ’s grace

When she opened the door it all became clear

It’s not about me, it’s about others to cheer

“Blessings,” I said, “It’s a wonderful night!”

“Merry Christmas,” she replied. And I knew she was right