a knock on my door one Christmas Eve,
up the door and as I helped him in,
Over there by the fireplace he warmed his tired hands, I wonder where did he come 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 I had done, but he forgot to take his gloves, so out the door I run. 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...
a little after midnight I awoke in the dark,
and it read....
gave me shelter and food to keep me warm,
the finest ever seen...
an angel of the Lord