The Ring of the Christmas Bells


Out in the icy winter streets
Wandered a frail lad
No socks he wore on his tiny feet
No mittens on his palms he had
The scent of the fresh baked bread and cakes
Flitted through his frigid nose
But all he cared was something beyond
His shivering hands and frozen toes
The church in the corner of the street
Was where him and warmth could merrily  meet
With the echo of the melodious noels
Came the ring of the Christmas bells
But soon he was dispelled from there
He shivered and shivered in the wintry night
His little desire had still come true
As he counted the the moths in the streetlights
His belly rumbled in hunger
His pockets torn and vacant
But not on a thing did he dwell
As he still could hear the ring of the Christmas bells

 

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