Christmas Angels
by P.Z. Mann

The Whittles lived in Humbleburg,
As poor as poor can be,
But all their neighbors loved them,
For their generosity.

For though the Whittles' shelves were bare,
Their cottage tumbledown,
When Christmas came they made a toy,
For every child in town.

That night three Christmas angels came,
To give them a reward --
For heaven won't let any act
Of kindness be ignored.

Two angels trimmed the pretty tree;
The third flew to and fro,
Hanging bells and holly boughs,
And sprigs of mistletoe.

They finished all they came to do,
Before the break of day,
And as the Whittles roused from sleep,
The angels flew away.