The Stranger at My Door (a novel gift idea and it's cheap too - Give more of ourselves)

He came upon the midnight clear

A tap, tap tapping at my door;

On this coldest night of the year,

A man I’d never seen before.

“Come, come in, sit beside the fire,”

I said, letting the stranger in.

And by the glow I saw how dire

And pitiful I can’t begin.

Life for certain hadn’t been kind,

That in itself was pretty clear;

Now on top of that, he was blind,

And I wondered how he got here.

By the fire I gave him a seat

And a smile crossed his weathered face,

Then instantly he fell asleep,

And I shrugged and gave him space.

No answers would be told tonight,

It was quite obvious to see,

The stranger by my fire you’re right

Would remain a mystery to me.

So off to my bed wandered I;

With a blanket I left him there.

Perhaps in the morning I’d try,

And maybe then with me he’d share.

But in the morning he was gone,

While I assumed the night he’d spent,

And I wondered the short and long;

What if anything it all meant?

And though this happened last week,

Here I’m thinking on Christmas Eve;

Upon it now I’m bound to speak,

For something more I do believe.

And though that stranger got away,

And of his life I’ll never know;

Friends and family starting today,

More of an interest I will show.