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“No, you’re not alone, Joel,” said Santa Claus. “There are children in this great city who would love and bless you for your goodness if you but touched their hearts. Make them happy, Joel; send by me this night some gift to the little boy in the old house yonder–he is poor and sick; a simple toy will fill his Christmas with gladness.”

“His little sister, too–take her some presents,” said Joel; “make them happy for me, Santa Claus–you are right–make them happy for me.”

How sweetly Joel slept! When he awoke, the sunlight streamed in through the window and seemed to bid him a merry Christmas. How contented and happy Joel felt! It must have been the talk with Santa Claus that did it all; he had never known a sweeter sense of peace. A little girl came out of the house over the way. She had a new doll in her arms, and she sang a merry little song and she laughed with joy as she skipped along the street. Ay, and at the window sat the little sick boy, and the toy Santa Claus left him seemed to have brought him strength and health, for his eyes sparkled and his cheeks glowed, and it was plain to see his heart was full of happiness.

And, oh! how the chimes did ring out, and how joyfully they sang their Christmas carol that morning! They sang of Bethlehem and the manger and the Babe; they sang of love and charity, till all the Christmas air seemed full of angel voices.

Carol of the Christmas morn–
Carol of the Christ-child born–
Carol to the list’ning sky
Till it echoes back again
“Glory be to God on high,
Peace on earth, good will tow’rd men!”

So all this music–the carol of the chimes, the sound of children’s voices, the smile of the poor little boy over the way–all this sweet music crept into Joel’s heart that Christmas morning; yes, and with these sweet, holy influences came others so subtile and divine that in its silent communion with them, Joel’s heart cried out amen and amen to the glory of the Christmas time.