O’ beautiful angel, who are you? are

You from heaven?

I see you sitting there praying so

Peacefully on the ground.

A face I can not see, hidden beneath

Your arms, you are,

Imagine, do I, the beauty of your

Heavenly smile, I dream.

The color of your hair shines under

The nights’ falling snow.

Surrounding your spirit is a most

Wonderful glow, yes! angel.

Wings of white, spread wide into

The winter cold night,

Your body draped in a gown of red,

Beautiful, are you.

O’ Christmas angel, please tell me

Why is it that you rest?

Why, beneath that empty, almost

Lifeless tree, under the dark of night?

Words will not describe the way that

You appear,

The way in which my eyes see you,

Christmas angel. Keith Garrett