The Live Journal of James Stevens-Arce

Heard a knock at the door,
A child, ragged and poor,
Said she'd sing for a handout;
Heard my Daddy say, "Sure;"
In a voice clear and pure,
That girl sang like an angel;
And my Momma said, "Hon,
Where's your dad and your mom?"
She said, "Ma'am, I ain't got none."
Mom said, "Why don't we share
Christmas dinner this year?
This child looks like she needs one."

Mom served turkey and yams,
The girl said, "Thank you, Ma'am,"
And helped out with the dishes;
Then she knelt by my chair,
And she spoke like she cared,
Said, "I know what your wish is;
You been hurt, that's long done,
In your dreams you still run,
But you can't dream forever;
Though I ain't much for talk,
I believe you might walk
If we tried it together."

An angel sang on Christmas Day
A song of joy and love,
The song she sang, my Daddy said,
Brought blessings from above.
This angel sang on Christmas Day,
A song of love and joy;
The song she sang, my Momma said,
Came from the Christmas boy.

Though it's been far too long,
I recall her sweet song
And that Christmas she touched us;
With her gift and godspeed,
I was reborn and freed
From this chair and these crutches;
Dad and Mom are long gone
But their love lingers on
In my soul and my sorrows
And that Christmas we shared
With an angel who dared
Give me back my tomorrows.

An angel sang on Christmas Day
A song of joy and love,
The song she sang, my Daddy said,
Brought blessings from above.
Yes, angels sang on Christmas Day
A song of love and joy
The song they sang, my Mama said,
Came from the Christmas boy;
The song they sang, my Mama said,
Was for her Christmas Boy.

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Music and Lyrics © James A. Stevens 1999