Beneath The Christmas Tree

I stopped to see the great fir tree that stood within the square
I watched it's sparkling lights shine through the cold and snowy air
Then some movement caught my eye below it's branches green
I wondered what could be there beneath the Christmas tree

Then I saw a little boy with tangled, golden curls
And blue eyes dancing full of life
Though life had been so cruel
He said, "Tonight's the night Santa comes
I hope he comes to me
And sees me just as you did beneath the Christmas tree

Silent night, oh holy night
How clearly, Lord, I see
But for Thy Grace it could be me
There beneath the Christmas tree

Somewhere bells were ringing as I slipped off my coat
Wrapped it 'round his shoulders and held his body close
On the night that Christ was born there's no way I could leave
This cold and hungry orphan boy beneath the Christmas tree

Silent night, oh holy night
I took him home with me
But for Thy Grace, it could be me
There beneath the Christmas tree