(Continued from Part I where no doors had been opened for the little child Santa...he walks on) br br The little child Santa saw a family br Stroling hand in hand, br 'What does Christmas mean to you'? br He asked stepping up to the man. br 'Presents for one and all said he' br br 'Trees a glitter, houses in holiday dress' br Said she. br 'Toys' said the little ones jumping with glee br 'And if you are really good santa will bring br You a color TV! ' br br 'But he won't find your house on the other br Side of the track, br You're poor and ugly with that polka dot face' br They laughed and scoffed br 'Why you are a disgrace! ' br br 'Christmas means a brand new car' said the br Next hurried gent, br The next lady said 'Christmas made me spend br Every cent.' br br Poor Santa was really sad, br No one had said Merry Christmas br 'This is really bad.' br He shook his head, br He pondered, 'Is Christmas really dead? ' br br No one had mentioned the babe in the Manger br Or the wise men who travelled afar. br No one mentioned Mary or Joseph or the br Bright guiding star. br br Santa slumped his shoulders br And headed back home br His heart was heavy, he felt all alone. br Then suddenly, bells chimed; it was Christmas Eve. br br A lone man appeared and took the little child Santa br By his tattered sleeve. br 'Come child' he said softly, 'I'll share my meal with you' br 'It is not much but it should warm you through and through.' br br He wrapped his worn scarf around Santa's cold head br Santa thanked him, 'Merry Christmas' the stranger said br 'I am travelling to Bethlehem' - and was gone again! . br br 'Merry Christmas' said Santa as the stranger disappeared br From sight- 'Christmas lives' he shouted, br 'The reindeer were wrong and I was right! ' br Carolers sang in the distance, br 'Deck The Halls', 'Silent Night! ' br br By Dorothy Alves Holmesbr br A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....