Just wanted to share this story that came along with this sweet angel ornament from the Stake Primary President that I work with. I hadn't heard it before.
A CHRISTMAS GUEST By David LaRouchelle One cold and blowy Christmas Eve when I was not so old, When the wind was full of frost bite, and the sky was thick with snow, I snuggled warm beneath my quilt with dreams of Christmas day, Until a knock at our front door swept all those thoughts away.
I heard Mom on the stairway, and hurried to her side. The cold floor sent me hopping as my bare feet tried to hide. Mom yawned and opened up the door, we looked outside with care. Just take a guess at what you think it was I saw out there…
I heard the wind, I felt the cold, I saw a tiny lady. Here face was drawn with wrinkles; she looked seventy or eighty. Her legs were bare as icicles, her hair was crowned with frost. Her coat was thin and raggedy. I guess her gloves were lost.
“May I come in?” she asked my mom, “and warm my hands and toes?” She winked at me and shyly said, “I think I froze my nose!” Mom was sleepy; I could tell she wished she were in bed. This lady should have knocked upon our neighbor’s door instead. At last Mom smiled and said, “come in,” and drew her in with haste, Then, went to light a crackly fire in our fireplace.
The lady huddled near the fire, reaching toward the heat. The flames began to thaw her hands and warm her frozen feet. “That’s better now,” she said to me; her face looked warm and pink “But the blizzard’s still inside of me. Have you something hot to drink?”
There was a box of cocoa that I’d hidden on a shelf, A box of thick hot chocolate I’d been saving for myself. I thought a bit, then, finally said, “I’ll have to check and see.” I got the box and came back in, with mugs for her and me.
At last the lady took my hand and gently squeezed it tight. “You’re very kind,” she told me, “Now it’s time I said good-night.” She wrapped her coat around her and turned slowly toward the door. I caught her arm and whispered, “Could you stay a minute more?”
I opened our front closet door and climbed up on a chair And searched until I found my scarf, my favorite thing to wear. I gave it to the lady. “This is soft,” I said, “and warm.” “The cold will not come near you when you go out in the storm.” “Merry Christmas,” I wished her. She smiled at me once more. “Merry Christmas,” she said warmly, as she stepped beyond the door. The house was quiet. So was I. But then my mother said, “Your bedtime, dear, is long since past. You’d best get back to bed.” With thoughts of our strange visitor, I headed up the stair, And when I stopped to look outside, I saw a wonder there!
Amid the whirling snowstorm, in the nighttime, in the cold, I saw an angel like a star, all dressed in light and gold. Her sudden brilliance lit the dark, here presence filled the night, And there, around the angel’s neck, my scarf danced wild and bright.
In seconds she had vanished. I wondered what to do. I’d never had an angel visit me before – had you? I pressed against the window; at last I shook my head And decided that it might be best to go on up to bed.
But when I reached my room I was amazed at what I found; There on my bed a small box, with ribbons wrapped around. I slowly lifted up its lid, and then my eyes grew wide; A tiny angel made of gold lay glittering inside!
Now every year at Christmastime, when winter winds blow cold, I place high on my Christmas tree that angel made of gold. I sip a mug of cocoa as I gaze up at the tree, And think about the angel who spent Christmas Eve with me.