Real Christmas Joy

He points to toys he cannot have,
His lips are moving fast;
His mom looks sad as she takes his hand
And tries to pull him past . . .
All the things she can't afford
But wishes that she could;
Her little boy deserves much more,
He's always been so good.
The clothes I'm holding now seem heavy,
They weigh upon my arm;
And suddenly my shopping spree
Has lost all of its charm.
Laying aside the things I chose
I hurry out the door,
Knowing Jesus wants me to
Be generous to the poor.
I slip my gift into her hand
And feel my spirit soar!
For her eyes glisten as she leads
Her son into the store.