Christmas Child

I heard a knock upon my door, midnight Christmas Eve

Half asleep, I hurried down, my visitor to receive

At first, I thought no one was there, then, all at once, I saw

A little baby lying there, crying there at my door

I took the baby in my arms in the winter's night

The church bells never rang so clear

The stars never shown so bright

And as I gazed upon the face of the foundling child

It seemed the angels on my tree looked down at me and smiled

I thought about the Holy Child that Christmas long ago

And that was when I saw the note lying there in the snow

"Please, whoever finds my child, be good to him and kind

God bless you", that was all it said, "Mary", it was signed