Nicholas Wendy Francisco

There was a boy of not quite twenty
Nicholas was tall and gaunt
He rode the streets of plenty
We walked the street of want

One day he heard through a window
The tears of a bride-to-be
She was the child of a poor man's widow
She was destined for slavery

But as the first white wisps of snow fell
On the morn of the birth of Christ
She found a bag of gold on the mantel
Enough to answer freedom's price

And if you believe in Heaven
You must believe that Nicholas livеs
And the name of the Child of Christmas
Is thе name in which he gives

Nicholas was watched by others
And they began to do the same
For they had been reminded
Of why it was that the Christ child came

And if you believe in Heaven
You must believe that Nicholas lives
And the name of the child of Christmas
Is the name in which he gives