at christmas time in the steeple high the bells would proudly ring to tell the world of the joy and cheer that christmas day would bring but one little bell in the steeple high could only pain alone and cry no matter hard he try and try poor little thing he couldn t ring at all all the other bells in the steeple high saw all his lonely tears and watched him tried his best to ring each christmas through the years but the little blue bell in the steeple tower just cry for christmas pain to call for like i said inspite of all poor little thing he couldn t ring at all one christmas eve in the steeple high an angle did appear she smiled and said to the little blue bell i ve come to dry yours tears and on that night so the story s told she changed the little blue bell to the purest gold with the richest tone to whole and whole proud little thing just hear him ring