Good King Wenceslas looked out, On the feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about, Deep and crisp and even. Brightly shone the moon that night, Though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, Gath'ring winter fuel.
"Hither, page, and stand by me, If thou knows't it telling, Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?" "Sire, he lives a good league hence, Underneath the mountain, Right against the forest fence, By Saint Agnes' fountain."
"Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, Bring me pine logs hither: Thou and I will see him dine, When we bear them thither." Page and monarch, forth they went, Forth they went together; Trhough the rude wind's lament And the bitter weather.
In his master's steps he trod, Where the snow lay dinted; Heat was in the very sod Which the Saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, Wealth or rank possessing, Ye who now will bless the poor, Shall yourselves find blessing.
Reverend John Mason Neale
Remember to take a look at the Angel Trees for either children, families or seniors. If you can be like the good King and make their world a little brighter.
Please, Take a moment to remember those who are less fortunate than you are. Maybe you can help maybe your not able to so then you can pause and give thanks.