The Story of the Christmas Guest 

~Helen Steiner Rice

It happened one day at the year's white end,
Two neighbors called on an old-time friend 

And they found his shop so meager and mean,
Made gay with a thousand boughs of green, 

And Conrad was sitting with face a-shine
When he suddenly stopped as he stitched a twine 

And said, "Old friends, at dawn today,
When the cock was crowing the night away, 

The Lord appeared in a dream to me
And said, 'I am coming your guest to be'. 

So I've been busy with feet astir,
Strewing my shop with branches of fir, 

The table is spread and the kettle is shined
And over the rafters the holly is twined, 

And now I will wait for my Lord to appear
And listen closely so I will hear 

His step as He nears my humble place,
And I open the door and look in His face. . ." 

So his friends went home and left Conrad alone,
For this was the happiest day he had known, 

For, long since, his family had passed away
And Conrad has spent a sad Christmas Day. 

But he knew with the Lord as his Christmas guest
This Christmas would be the dearest and best, 

And he listened with only joy in his heart.
And with every sound he would rise with a start 

And look for the Lord to be standing there
In answer to his earnest prayer 

So he ran to the window after hearing a sound,
But all that he saw on the snow-covered ground 

Was a shabby beggar whose shoes were torn
And all of his clothes were ragged and worn. 

So Conrad was touched and went to the door
And he said, "Your feet must be frozen and sore, 

And I have some shoes in my shop for you
And a coat that will keep you warmer, too." 

So with grateful heart the man went away,
But as Conrad noticed the time of day 

He wondered what made the dear Lord so late
And how much longer he'd have to wait, 

When he heard a knock and ran to the door,
But it was only a stranger once more, 

A bent, old crone with a shawl of black,
A bundle of faggots piled on her back. 

She asked for only a place to rest,
But that was reserved for Conrad's Great Guest. 

But her voice seemed to plead, "Don't send me away
Let me rest awhile on Christmas day." 

So Conrad brewed her a steaming cup
And told her to sit at the table and sip. 

But after she left he was filled with dismay
For he saw that the hours were passing away 

And the Lord had not come as He said He would,
And Conrad felt sure he had misunderstood. 

When out of the stillness he heard a cry,
"Please help me and tell me where am I." 

So again he opened his friendly door
And stood disappointed as twice before, 

It was only a child who had wandered away
And was lost from her family on Christmas Day. . 

Again Conrad's heart was heavy and sad,
But he knew he should make this little child glad, 

So he called her in and wiped her tears
And quieted her childish fears. 

Then he led her back to her home once more
But as he entered his own darkened door, 

He knew that the Lord was not coming today
For the hours of Christmas had passed away. 

So he went to his room and knelt down to pray
And he said, "Dear Lord, why did you delay, 

What kept You from coming to call on me,
For I wanted so much Your face to see. . ." 

When soft in the silence a voice he heard,
"Lift up your head for I kept My word-- 

Three times My shadow crossed your floor--
Three times I came to your lonely door-- 

For I was the beggar with bruised, cold feet,
I was the woman you gave to eat,
And I was the child on the homeless street." 

"The Joy Of Unselfish Giving" 

Time is not measured
by the years that you live
But by the deeds that you do
and the joy that you give-
And each day as it comes
brings a chance to each one
To love to the fullest,
leaving nothing undone
That would brighten the life
or lighten the load
Of some weary traveler
lost on life's road-
So what does it matter
how long we mat live
If as long as we live
we unselfishly give.

~Helen Steiner Rice 

A Gift of Love

Christmas is the gift of love

That can't be bought or sold,

It's ours just for the asking

And it's worth far more than gold;

And this priceless gift of Christmas

Is within the reach of all,

The rich, the poor, the young and old,

The greatest and the small;

So take God's Christmas gift of love,

Reach out and you receive,

And the only payment that God asks

Is that you just believe.

Helen Steiner Rice

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