I heard a knock on my door one Christmas Eve,
As I looked out my window a man I could see,
He was cold and seemed so lonely, and upon a bended knee,
he asked , can you spare anything for me to eat...




I opened up the door and as I helped him in,
He looked up at me with such a peaceful grin,
As he drank down some coffee and had a bite to eat,
I put more wood on the fire so he could warm his feet...




Over there by the fireplace as he warmed his tired hands,
I wondered where he came from, this quiet white haired man,
but I wasn't at all afraid of his peaceful ways you see,
this man dressed in poor, almost as poor as me....




As he left, he turned and thanked me, for all that I had done,
but he forgot to take his gloves, so out the door I ran,
He was gone in the blizzard and I couldn't hardly see,
so I took his ole glove's back to the house with me...




Just a little after midnight I awoke in the dark,
There wasn't a bit of fire, just glowing cinders in the dark
and where I'd placed his gloves by my little Christmas tree,
there laid a brand new pair, and a Christmas Card for me....




and it read....


You gave me shelter and food to keep me warm,
You even tried to bring me my gloves in the storm,
So here's a new pair.... the finest ever seen...
as an angel of the Lord, I'll be sure to tell the King...
Merry...Christmas...






by Billy M. Smallwood

Midi playing "Silent Night"